4 When to the Cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee. 5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee. 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesu, remember me. Amen. 3. 1 O God, unseen, yet ever near, Thy presence may we feel; And thus, inspired with holy fear, Before Thine altar kneel. {47} 2 Here may Thy faithful people know The blessings of Thy love; The streams that through the desert flow, The Manna from above. 3 We come, obedient to Thy word, To feast on heavenly Food; Our meat the Body of the Lord, Our drink, His precious Blood. 4 Thus may we all Thy word obey, For we, O God, are Thine; And go rejoicing on our way, Renewed with strength divine. Amen. 4. 1 I am not worthy, Holy Lord, That Thou shouldst come to me, Speak but the word, one gracious word Can set the sinner free. 2 I am not worthy: cold and bare The lodging of my soul; How canst Thou deign to enter there? Lord, speak, and make me whole. 3 I am not worthy; yet, my God, How can I say Thee nay; Thee, who didst give Thy Flesh and Blood My ransom-price to pay? {48} 4 O come! in this sweet morning hour Feed me with Food divine; And fill with all Thy love and power This worthless heart of mine. Amen. 5. 1 And now, O Father, mindful of the love That bought us, once for all, on Calvary's Tree, And having with us Him that pleads above, We here present, we here spread forth to Thee That only Offering perfect in Thine eyes, The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice. 2 Look, Father, look on His anointed face, And only look on us as found in Him; Look not on our misusings of Thy grace, Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim: For lo! between our sins and their reward We set the Passion of Thy Son our Lord. 3 And then for those, our dearest and our best, By this prevailing presence we appeal; O fold them closer to Thy mercy's breast, O do Thine utmost for their souls' true weal; From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere. {49} 4 And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet, Most patient Saviour, Who canst love us still; And by this Food, so awful and so sweet, Deliver us from every touch of ill: In Thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us never more to part with Thee. Amen. 6. 1 Sweet feast of love divine; 'Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this Bread and Wine, In memory, Lord, of Thee.