Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heav'nly food.
Oh! let Thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests!
And may each sou) salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.
Revive Thy dying Churches, Lord,
Bid all our drooping graces live;
And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.
HYMN 80.
My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say—
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done."
If Thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine—
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done."
If but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest—
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done."
Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say—
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done."
