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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,
And Christ and they are one.
Oh, who from his embraces
Can pluck his ransom'd sheep?
His eyelids never sleep.
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 ;
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,
His mercy shall prevent them,
His righteousness invest:
Before the Father, drest
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.
may my soul be fed
With this true and living bread;
Vine of Heav'n! thy blood supplies
'Tis thy wounds my healing give :
To thy Cross I look, and live.
life! Oh, let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.
Now with angels round the throne,
Blessing, honour, glory, might,
To the Spirit and the Word ;
As it was, is now, and then
Shall be evermore: Amen.