Oh let Thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests! each soul salvation see,

And may

That here its sacred pledges tastes !

Drawn by Thy quick'ning grace, O Lord,
In thronging numbers let them come ;
And gather from their Father's board
The bread that lives beyond the tomb.
HYMN 34.

SINNERS obey the Gospel-word,
Haste to the supper of your Lord;
Be wise to know your gracious day :
All things are ready, come away.

Ready the Father is to own

And kiss His late-returning son :
Ready the pard'ning Saviour stands,
And spreads for you His bleeding hands.

Ready the Spirit of His love

Just now the stony heart to move,
T' apply and witness with the blood,
And wash, and seal you sons of God.

Ready for you the angels wait,

To triumph in your blest estate :

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Tuning their harps they long to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.”

Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord,
To happiness in Christ restor'd;
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
And taste the fulness of His grace.

HYMN 35.

YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,

Behold a royal feast!

There mercy spreads her bounteous store

For ev'ry humble guest.

See Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, He bids you come ;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room.

In Him the Father reconcil'd,
Invites your souls to come :
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom❜d home.

O come, and with His children taste
The blessings of His love;
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

There with united heart, and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.

And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come :
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.

HYMN 36.

ACCORDING to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember Thee.

Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be,
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.

Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!

I must remember Thee :

Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me ;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

And when these failing lips grow dumb,

And mind and mem'ry flee,

When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me.

HYMN 37.

BREAD of the world in mercy broken!
Wine of the soul in mercy shed!
By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead!

Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed;
And be Thy feast to us a token,

That by Thy grace our souls are fed !

HYMN 38.

HOW sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.

While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cry with thankful tongues,
Lord, why was I a guest ?

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Why was I made to hear Thy voice, "And enter while there's room; "When thousands make a wretched choice, "And rather starve than come ?"

'Twas the same love that spread the feast,

That sweetly forc'd us in ; Else we had still refused to taste,

And perish'd in our sin.

Pity the nations, O our God!

Constrain the earth to come;

Send Thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the stranger home.

HYMN 39.

IF human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie ;

If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh:

O shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To Him who died our fears to quell,
Our more than orphan's woe!

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While yet His anguish'd soul survey'd, pangs He would not flee ; What love His latest words display'd, "Meet, and remember me !"

Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share !

O mem'ry, leave no other name
But His recorded there !

HYMN 40.

THE King of heaven His table spreads,
And dainties crown the board;
Not Paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.

Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given,
And the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise the soul to heaven.

Millions of souls in glory now,

Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,

Around the board appear.