2 'Tis his memory we record, 'Tis his virtues we proclaim; Grateful to our honored Lord, Here we bless his sacred name. 3 Yes, we will remember thee, Friend and Saviour; and thy feast Of all services shall be Holiest and welcomest. 680. 10s. M. Beard's Coll. "And all that believed were together." Acts 4:44. 1 Restore, O Father! to our times restore The peace which filled thine infant church of yore; Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife, And quenched the new-born charities of life. 2 O never more may differing judgments part From kindly sympathy a brother's heart; But linked in one, believing thousands kneel, And share with each the sacred joy they feel. 3 From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's ray, Let concord spread one universal day; And faith, by love lead all mankind to thee, Parent of peace, and fount of harmony! 681. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll. Spiritual Nourishment. 1 Bread of heaven! on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread! 2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live. 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died; Lord of Life! oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee! 682. S. M. Furness. A Communion Hymn. 1 Here, in the broken bread, Here, in the cup we take, His body and his blood behold, Who suffered for our sake. 2 O Thou, who didst allow Thy Son to suffer thus, Father, what more couldst thou have done Than thou hast done for us? 3 We are persuaded now That nothing can divide Thy children from thy boundless love, Displayed in him who died;-- 4 Who died to make us sure Of mercy, truth and peace, And from the power and pains of sin To bring a full release. 683. C. M. Dale. Christ Blessing the Bread. 1 Behold, amid his little flock, The Saviour stands serene, Unawed by suffering yet to be, Unchanged by what hath been. 2 Still beams the light of love undimmed In that benignant eye, Nor, save his own prophetic word, Aught speaks him soon to die. 3 He pours within the votive cup The rich blood of the vine, And "Drink ye all the hallowed draught," He cries, "This blood is mine." 4 He breaks the bread; then clasps his hands, And lifts his eyes in prayer, Receive ye this and view by faith My body symbolled there. 684. C. M. Anonymous. Christ's Law of Love. 1 Ye followers of the Prince of peace, Who round his table draw! Remember what his spirit was, What his peculiar law.