From the table now retiring, Which for us the Lord hath spread, May our souls, refreshment finding, Grow in all things like our Head. 2 His example by beholding, May our lives his image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling, His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying, Walking steadfast in his way, Joy attend us in believing, Peace from God, through endless day. 536 P. M. It was for us. Near the cross our station taking, Earthly cares and joys forsaking, Meet it is for us to mourn: ’Twas for us he came from heaven, ’Twas for us his heart was riven; All his griefs for us were borne. 2 When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, He his love and power displayed: By his stripes our help and healing, By his death our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. 3 Jesus, may thy love constrain us, That from sin we may refrain us, In thy griefs may deeply grieve; Thee our best affections giving, To thy praise and honor living, May we in thy glory live! 537 P. M. My peace I give unto you. Lamb of God! whose bleeding love We now recall to mind, Send thy blessing from above, And let us mercy find; Think on us, who think on thee; Every burdened soul release; O, remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace! 2 By thine agonizing pain, And bloody sweat, we pray— By thy dying love to man, Take all our sins away: By thy passion on the tree, Let our griefs and troubles cease: O, remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace! 538 8s & 7s. Looking to Jesus. Heb. 12:2. Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner’s dying friend. 2 Here I’ll sit, for ever viewing Mercy streaming in his blood; Precious drops! my soul bedewing, Plead they now my peace with God. 3 Truly blesséd is this station, Here unfolds his wondrous grace; While I see divine compassion Beaming in his lovely face. 4 Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the cross I gaze; Here the joy of sins forgiven Shall inspire my songs of praise. 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, While his feet I bathe with tears; Constant still in faith abiding— Hope triumphant o’er my fears. 6 Lord! in ceaseless contemplation, Fix my trusting heart on thee, Till I know thy full salvation, And thy face in glory see. 539 P. M. My meditation shall be sweet. Psalm 104:34.