6 This cup is fraught with love to men; Let all partake who love my name; Through latest ages let it pour In memory of my dying hour. 518 L. M. The bread of life. Away from earth my spirit turns— Away from every transient good: With strong desire my bosom burns To feast on heaven’s diviner food. 2 Thou, Saviour, art the living bread; Thou wilt my every want supply; By thee sustained, and cheered, and led, I’ll press through dangers to the sky. 3 What though temptations oft distress, And sin assails, and breaks my peace; Thou wilt uphold, and save, and bless, And bid the storms of passion cease. 4 Then let me take thy gracious hand, And walk beside thee onward still; Till my glad feet shall safely stand Forever firm on Zion’s hill. 519 C. M. They came together to break bread. Acts 20:7. Lord, may the spirit of this feast— The earnest of thy love— Maintain a dwelling in our breast Until we meet above. 2 The healing sense of pardoned sin, The hope that never tires, The strength a pilgrim’s race to win, The joy that heaven inspires: 3 Still may their light our duties trace In lines of hallowed flame, Like that upon the prophet’s face, When from the mount he came. 4 But if no more with kindred dear The broken bread we share, Nor at the banquet board appear To breathe the grateful prayer; 5 Forget us not—when on the bed Of dire disease we waste, Or to the chambers of the dead, And bar of judgment haste. 6 Forget not—thou who bore the woe Of Calvary’s fatal tree— Those who within these courts below Have thus remembered thee. 520 C. M. Remembering Christ. If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie— If tender thoughts within us burn To feel a friend is nigh; 2 O, shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To him who died our fears to quell, And save from endless woe? 3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee, What love his latest words displayed— “Meet and remember me.” 4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame, The griefs which thou didst bear! O memory, leave no other name But His recorded there. 521 C. M. Spiritual refreshment. O God, unseen yet ever near! Reveal thy presence now, While we, in love that hath no fear, Before thy glory bow. 2 Here may obedient spirits find The blessings of thy love— The streams that through the desert wind, The manna from above.