THE SACRAMENT.

O sacred gift of God to man, A faith that looks above, And sees the deep amazing plan Of sanctifying love.

Thou dear and yet tremendous God, Whose glory pride reviles; How did'st thou change thy awful rod To pard'ning grace and smiles!

Shut up with sin, with shame below, I trust, this bondage past, A great, a glorious change to know, And to be bless'd at last.

I do believe, that, God of light! Thou didst to earth descend, With Satan and with Sin to fight— Our great, our only friend.

I know thou did'st ordain for me, Thy creature, bread and wine; The depth of grace I cannot see, But worship the design.