Almighty is his power: He can.

Boundless his love: He will.

His word, his Spirit all ensures

To them who trust his love.

Here, saints, shall victory be yours,

And crowns of joy above.

“ My sheep hear my voice ... and I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any pluck them out of my hand.”—John X. 27–8.

THEY whom the Father giveth

By covenant to the Son,
Must live, because He liveth,

And Christ and they are one.
The soul He deigns to cherish,
Can never, never perish.

Oh, who from his embraces

Can pluck his ransom'd sheep?
Earth has no hidden places :

His eyelids never sleep.
The keys of death he beareth;
Their heaven he now prepareth.

Their sins—the Lord hath borne them :

The Law. He satisfied.

Transgressions-yes, they mourn them;

But, Tempter, Jesus died. My soul thy charge denieth: "Tis God that justifieth.

The body where his Spirit

As in a temple dwelt, Corruption may inherit;

But, from its ruins built, Shall rise (oh, far excelling !) The soul's immortal dwelling.

Christ watches o'er the embers

Of all his faithful dead:

There's life for all the members

In Him the living Head. Their dust he weighs and measures ;

Their every

atom treasures.

He once, a victor bleeding,

Slew Death, destroyed the Grave. Now, throned, yet interceding,

He lives thy soul to save. He comes, O day of wonder ! The graves are rent asunder.

But oh, that vast transition !

How shall a creature dare

Gaze on the awful vision,

To find a Saviour there?

They whom he deigns to cherish,
Shall never, never perish.

His mercy shall prevent them,

His righteousness invest:
He shall himself present them

Before the Father, drest
In robes of spotless whiteness,
All beauty, joy, and brightness.

FOR THE EUCHARIST.

“ I am the living bread which came down from heaven. . . . Whoso eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, hath eternal life.

. . I am the true vine.”—John vi. 51–4, xv. l.

BREAD of Heav'n! on Thee I feed,

For thy flesh is meat indeed.

Ever

may my soul be fed

With this true and living bread;
Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of Him who died.

Vine of Heav'n! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice.

'Tis thy wounds my healing give :

To thy Cross I look, and live.

Thou

my

life! Oh, let me be

Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.

DOXOLOGY.

Now with angels round the throne,
Cherubim and seraphim,
And the Church which still is one,
Let us swell the solemn hymn.
Glory to the great I AM!
Glory to the Victim-Lamb!

Blessing, honour, glory, might,
And dominion infinite,
To the Father of our Lord,

To the Spirit and the Word ;

As it was, is now, and then

Shall be evermore: Amen.