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, "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 Must live, because He liveth, And Christ and they are one. 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 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 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, 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. 1. 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, Vine of Heav'n! thy blood supplies '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. |