Sacramental Hymns.

See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love, such sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Holy Communion.

O GOD of mercy, God of might, How should pale sinners bear the sight, If, as thy power is surely here, Thine open glory should appear?

For now thy people are allow'd To scale the mount and pierce the cloud, And faith may feed her eager view With wonders Sinai never knew.

Fresh from the atoning sacrifice The world's Creator bleeding lies, That man, his foe, by whom He bled, May take him for his daily bread.

O agony of wavering thought When sinners first so near are brought! " It is my Maker- dare I stay?

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My Saviour- dare I turn away?"

Thus while the storm is high within Twixt love of Christ and fear of sin, Who can express the soothing charm, No feel thy kind upholding arm,

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