2 The love which all his bosom filled Did all his actions guide; Inspired by love, he lived and taught; Inspired by love, he died. 3 And do you love him? do you feel Your warm affection move? This is the proof which he demands,-- That you each other love. 685. S. M. Paradise St. Coll. The Saviour Commemorated. 1 Jesus, the Friend of man. Invites us to his board: The welcome summons we obey, And own our gracious Lord. 2 Here we survey that love Which spoke in every breath, Which crowned each action of his life, And triumphed in his death. 3 Then let our powers unite, His sacred name to raise; Let grateful joy fill every mind, And every voice be praise. 4 And while we share the gifts Which from his gospel flow, O, may our hearts to all mankind With warm affection glow. 686. S. M. Doddridge. Communion with God and Christ. 1 Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near; With both my friendship shall be sweet, And my communion dear. 2 God pities all my griefs; He pardons every day; Almighty to protect my soul, And wise to guide my way. 3 Jesus, my living Head, I bless thy faithful care; My Advocate before the throne, And my Forerunner there. 4 Here fix my roving heart; Here wait my warmest love, Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above. 687. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. The Eucharist. 1 As in solemn congregation We attend upon thy house, For the sweet commemoration And renewal of our vows; Let thy favor, with us resting, Consecrate the bread and wine; May we, of thy goodness tasting, All be filled with love divine! 2 Jesus gave the sacred token Of his passion, wine and bread, Symbols of his body broken, And his blood for sinners shed. To the rite we come, confessing Free redemption, grace unbought; His be every name of blessing, For his love, surpassing thought! 3 May thy counsels, King of glory! Grateful awe and rapture move, As we meditate the story Of the Saviour's dying love; Hear us, Lord, of thee entreating Strength to walk in Jesus' ways! God of light, shine on our meeting! God of grace, accept our praise! 688. C. M. Doddridge. Room at the Lord's Table. 1 Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. 2 Yet is his house and heart so large That millions more may come; Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room. 3 All things are ready; come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast, And bless the Founder's name.