Our God and Father, mindful of the love

all, on Calvary's tree, We join our wills with His, who reigns a bove,

And, for His kingdom, here pre sent to Thee That on ly of fring

wel-come in Thine eyes, Our-selves,-perforce a will ing sac

UR God and Father, mindful of the 3 And then for those, our dearest and our love

James Langran, 1861

LANGRAN 10. 10. 10. 10.

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs With trem-bling hand that

1 NOT worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs

With trembling hand that from Thy table fall,

A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes

To plead Thy promise and obey Thy call.

2 I am not worthy to be thought Thy child,
Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board;
Too long a wanderer and too oft beguiled,
I only ask one reconciling word.

3 I hear Thy voice: Thou bidd'st me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy pierced feet;
Thou bidd'st me take my place, a welcome guest
Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat.

4 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer,
My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;

Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there,

Lord, let me sup with Thee, sup Thou with me.

Edward H. Bickersteth, 1872

MORECAMBE 10. 10. 10. 10.

4

4

Here,

4

Frederick C. Atkinson, 1870

my Lord, I see Thee face to face: Here would I touch and

handle things un seen, Here grasp with firm er hand th'e - ter

nal grace,

ELLERS 10. 10. 10. 10.

Edward J. Hopkins, 1869

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we rise; the symbols dis ap- pear; The feast, though not the

love, is past and gone. The bread and wine re

100 soon we rise; the symbols disappear;

The feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever,-still my Shield and Sun.

2 I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon.
It is enough, my Lord, enough, indeed;
My strength is in Thy might--Thy might alone.

3 I have no wisdom, save in Him who is

My Wisdom and my Teacher, both in one;
No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise,
No teaching do I crave save Thine alone.

4 I know that deadly evils compass me,

Dark perils threaten, yet I would not fear,
Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee,

Thou, O my Christ, art Buckler, Sword and Spear.

5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

Horatius Bonar, 1855