Who hath for us a table spread,
And with his daily bounties fed;
May he with all his gifts impart
The crown of all-a thankful heart!

1024

1025

1

C. M.

E known to us in breaking bread,
But do not then depart;
Saviour, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.

10s & 11s.

AND can we forbear, In tasting our food,

The grace to declare And goodness of God? Our Father in heaven, With joy we partake The gifts thou hast given For Jesus's sake.

2 By thee do we live, Thy daily supplies

As manna receive Dropped down from the skies; In thanks we endeavour Thy gifts to restore, And praise thee for ever, When time is no more.

1026

77, 44, 7. 77, 44, 7.

AWAY with all our trouble!

And caring for the morrow;
The God of love

Shall still remove

Our every want and sorrow.

Still, Lord, with joy we bless thee,
Of all good gifts the giver.
For Christ our Lord

Hath spoke the word

Which seals thee ours for ever.

Arise, my soul, arise, Shake.

Arise, my soul, arise, Thy

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, The terrors
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, Thine own
Art thou weary, art thou languid

A safe stronghold our God is still
As pants the hart for cooling streams
At even ere the sun was set
A thousand oracles divine
Author of faith, appear
Author of faith, eternal Word
Author of faith, on me confer

Dr. Neale

202

194

443

386

793

Luther, trans. by Carlyle

856

Tate and Brady

567

H. Twells.

Brief life is here our portion Bernard of Clugny (A.D. circ. 1100),

FIRST LINE.

Author of faith, to thee I cry
Author of faith, we seek thy face
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Awake, our souls, away our fears
Away my needless fears
Away my unbelieving fear
Away with our fears, Our troubles
Away with our fears, The glad
Away with our sorrow and fear
A widow, poor, forlorn, oppressed

Before Jehovah's awful throne
Before the great Three-One.
Begin, my soul, some heavenly theme
Behold, how good a thing

Behold the mountain of the Lord

Behold the Saviour of mankind

Behold the servant of the Lord

Behold the sure foundation stone.
Behold us, Lord, a little space
Being of beings, God of love
Be it according to thy word
Be it my only wisdom here

Be known to us in breaking bread
Bid me of men beware.

Blessed are the pure in heart
Blessing, honour, thanks, and praise
Blest be our everlasting Lord
Blest be the dear, uniting love
Blest is the man, supremely blest
Blest Spirit, from the eternal Sire

Blow ye the trumpet, blow
Bold in our almighty Lord
Branch of Jesse's stem, arise
Bread of heaven, on thee I feed

Bread of the world, in mercy broken

Brethren in Christ, and well-beloved

FIRST LINE.

Christians, seek not yet repose.

Christ is our corner-stone From the Latin, trans. by J. Chandler

991

Christ, whose glory fills the skies, That famous

531

Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ the
Clap your hands, ye people all

Come, divine Interpreter

885

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Honour

476

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One

252

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, To whom

473

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Whom

261

Come, Holy, celestial Dove

Come, Holy Ghost, all quickening fire, Come, and in
Come, Holy Ghost, all quickening fire, Come and my
Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove

Come, let us anew Our journey pursue, Roll
Come, let us anew Our journey pursue, With
Come, let us arise

Come, let us ascend

Come, let us join our cheerful songs
Come, let us join our friends above

Come, let us join with one accord
Come, let us use the grace divine.
Come, let us who in Christ believe
Come, let us with our Lord arise
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Come, O my God, the promise seal
Come on, my partners in distress
Come, O thou all victorious Lord
Come, O thou Prophet of the Lord

.

Madame Bourignon,

Come, O thou Traveller unknown
Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above
Come, sinners, to the gospel feast
Come, sound his praise abroad
Come, thou all-inspiring Spirit
Come, thou Conqueror of the nations
Come, thou everlasting Spirit

Come, wisdom, power, and grace divine

527

Day after day I sought the Lord.
Day of wrath! O day of mourning

(13th Century),
Dear is the day which God hath made
Deathless principle, arise

Deepen the wounds thy hands have made
Depth of mercy, can there be

Disposer supreme, and Judge

Santeul, (died 1697), trans. by

L. Williams

HYMN.

295

791

987

12

29

120

831

752

Thomas of Celano,

trans. by Dr. Irons.

933

Toplady
w.

W. M. Bunting.

951

921

370

168

869

Except the Lord conduct the plan
Expand thy wings, celestial Dove

Extended on a cursed tree P. Gerhardt, trans. by J. Wesley