4. Ride on ride on in majesty !

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The last and fiercest strife is nigh,
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain;

Then take, O Christ, Thy power and reign!

Remember Me.

I. WHEN the paschal evening fell

H. H. Milman.

Deep on Kedron's hallowed dell,

When around the festal board

Sate the apostles with their Lord,

Then His parting word He said,
Blessed the cup and broke the bread-
"This whene'er ye do or see,

Evermore remember Me."

2. Years have passed in every clime,
Changing with the changing time,
Varying through a thousand forms,
Torn by factions, rocked by storms,
Still the sacred table spread,
Flowing cup and broken bread,
With that parting word agree,
"Drink and eat; remember Me."

3. When by treason, doubt, unrest,
Sinks the soul, dismayed, oppressed;
When the shadows of the tomb
Close us round with deepening gloom;
Then bethink us at that board
Of the sorrowing, suffering Lord,
Who, when tried and grieved as we,
Dying, said, "Remember Me."

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I.

4. When in this thanksgiving feast
We would give to God our best,
From the treasures of His might
Seeking life and love and light;
Then, O Friend of human-kind,
Make us true and firm of mind,
Pure of heart, in spirit free;

Thus inay we remember Thee. A. P. Stanley.

The Last Supper.

IO.IO.IO.IO.

1. "THIS is My body, which is given for you; Do this," He said, and brake, "remembering Me."

2.

3.

4.

5.

O Lamb of God, our Paschal offering true,

To us the Bread of Life each moment be.

"This is My blood, for sins' remission shed,"

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He spake, and passed the cup of blessing round:
So let us drink, and, on life's fulness fed,

With heavenly joy each quickening pulse shall
bound.

The hour is come!" with us in peace sit down;
Thine own Belovèd, O love us to the end;
Serve us one banquet ere the night's dark frown
Veil from our sight the presence of our Friend.

Girded with grace, still wash Thy servants' feet,
While they, submissive, wonder and adore ;
Bathed in Thy love, our spirits every whit

Are clean-yet cleanse our goings more and more.

Some will betray Thee" Master, is it I?"
Leaning upon Thy arm, we ask in fear-
Ourselves mistrusting, earnestly we cry

To Thee, the Strong, for strength when sin is near.

6.

163.

But round us fall the evening shadows dim;
A saddened awe pervades our darkening sense;
In solemn choir we sing the parting hymn,
And hear Thy voice-" Arise, let us go hence."

I.

THE

The Eucharist.

HE Son of God gave thanks
Before the bread He broke ;
How high that calm devotion ranks
Among the words He spoke !

2. Thanks, 'mid those troubled men ;
Thanks, in that dismal hour;
His bitter foes advancing then
In all their rage and power.

3. Thanks, o'er that loaf's dread sign;
Thanks, o'er that bitter food;

C. L. Ford.

And o'er the cup, that was not wine,
But sorrow, fear, and blood.

4. And shall our griefs resent
What God appoints as best,
When He, in all things innocent,
Was yet in all distressed?

5. Shall we unthankful be

For all our blessings round,
When in that stress of agony

Such room for thanks He found?

6. Oh, shame us, Lord,-whate'er
The fortunes of our days,-
If, suffering, we are weak to bear,
If, favoured, slow to praise !

S.M.

Nathaniel L. Frothingham.

A VOICE upon the midnight air,

L.M.

Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray,

Weeps forth, in agony of prayer,

"O Father! take this cup away!"

2. Ah! Thou who sorrowest unto death,
We conquer in Thy mortal fray;
And earth, for all her children, saith,
"O God! take not this cup away!"

3. O Lord of sorrow! meekly die :

Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe;
Thy name refresh the mourner's sigh ;
Thy peace revive the faint and low.

4. Great Chief of faithful souls! arise:

None else can lead the martyr band,
Who teach the brave, how peril flies,
When faith, unarmed, lifts up the hand.
5. O King of earth! the Cross ascend:
O'er climes and ages 'tis Thy throne;
Where'er Thy fading eye may bend,

The desert blooms, and is Thine own.
6. Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray ;
Make but one fold below, above:
And when we go the last lone way,
O give the welcome of Thy love.

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I.

James Martineau.

8.8.8.6.

Watching with Christ.

1. WHEN harassed sore with passion's cry,

Or overcome with sorrow's sleep,

We find it hard within our hearts
The watch of life to keep.

2. O Thou, who in the garden's shade
Didst wake Thy weary ones again,
When, slumbering at that fearful hour,
They all forgot Thy pain,—

3. Bend o'er us, Lord, as over them,

And set our sleep-bound spirits free,
That we be faithful through the watch
Our souls shall keep with Thee!

J. G. Whittier and Stopford A. Brooke.

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Gethsemane.

1. FATHER, who in the olive shade,

When the dark hour came on,
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen Thy Son,-

2. O, in the anguish of our night,
Send us down blest relief;

And, to the chastened, let Thy might
Hallow the grief!

3. And Thou, that, when the starry sky
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
Thy will be done!—

4. By Thy meek Spirit, Thou, of all
That e'er have mourned the chief,

Our Saviour, when the stroke doth fall,
Hallow our grief!

8.6.8.4.

Felicia D. Hemans.