you felt, and that is much better than feeling.

4. Pray that God will continue His grace to you, and that Jesus Christ will abide with you. It was thus that the two disciples going to Emmaus had the honour and privilege of knowing as well as entertaining Him. They "constrained Him, saying, Abide with us." He will tarry with you as long as ever you will constrain Him by your prayers. Every day, therefore, of the week following, say the following prayer:

"O Gracious Saviour, I thank Thee for having received me to eat and drink at Thy Table. I pray Thee abide with me still, now that I have returned to my duties in the world. Preserve me from sin, and from forgetting Thee, and make me more fit to live, and more fit to die; Who livest and reignest with the Father and the

Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.”

Let me, before we part, entreat you to come to this Sacrament as often as ever you can. Do not let the intervals between your Communions be longer than you can help. If you can come every fortnight, or even every week, do so. Then, if you attend to my suggestions, you will every day pray either for grace to keep what you have received, or for grace to receive more worthily what is awaiting you.

Blessed, blessed are ye who are invited to this Feast! Thrice blessed ye who accept the invitation, and are drawn near to Christ! See that you live up to it. to it. It is Food now, your Food in death, the pledge of your admission to the Eternal Banquet in glory!

your

God grant that this little work may be a help to you. Is it too much for

me to ask, that, if you find it a help, you will pray God that He will do good to the soul of him who has put it together? May we meet around the Throne hereafter!

HYMNS.

BREAD of the World, in mercy broken,
Wine of the Soul, in mercy shed,
By Whom the words of life were spoken,
And in Whose death our sins are dead;
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed,
And be Thy feast to us the token,
That by Thy grace our souls are fed.

BREAD of Heaven, on Thee we feed,
For Thy Flesh is meat indeed;
Ever may our souls be fed

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

Vine of Heaven! Thy Blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;

"Tis Thy Wounds our healing give;
To Thy Cross we look and live:
Jesu! may we ever be

Rooted, grafted, Lord, in Thee. Amen.

WHEN I survey the Wondrous Cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the Cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His Blood.

See, from His Head, His Hands, His Feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such Love and Sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a Crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life,

my

all.

To Him Who gave His Son to die,

To Him Whose Dying bids me live,

To Him, the Spirit Blest, will I

My heart, my life, my spirit give. Amen.

SING we now, our voice upraising,
Sing the Cross in mournful strain

Tell the Sorrows all amazing,

Tell the Wounds, the dying Pain,
Which the Saviour, God Incarnate,
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.

He the cruel scourge enduring,
Ransom for our sins to pay,

By His stripes transgressors curing,
Raising those who wounded lay,
Soothed our griefs, and bore our sorrows,
And removed our pains away.

He to freedom hath restor❜d us
By the very bonds He bare;
And His Sacred Wounds afford us
Each a stream of mercy rare;
Pierced by the nails, He draws us

To the Cross, and keeps us there.

When His painful Life was ended,
From that Fount, His wounded Side,
Blood and Water straight descended,
Each a Sacramental Tide;

One from sin to wash and cleanse us,
One to feed our souls, applied.

John and Charles Mozley, Printers, Derby