That we be never drawn apart,
And love not Thee nor Thine;

3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught,
And all Thy gracious word,
Be nearer to each other brought,
And nearer to the Lord.

158. C. M. Emily Taylor.

Communion.

1 O, here, if ever, God of love!
Let strife and hatred cease;
And every thought harmonious move,
And every heart be peace.

2 Not here, where met to think of him
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion pours.

3 No, gracious Master, not in vain
Thy life of love hath been;
The peace thou gav'st may yet remain,
Though thou no more art seen.

4 Thy kingdom come! we watch, we wait,
To hear thy cheering call;
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate,
And God be all in all.

159. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous.

Invitation.

1 "Come who will," the voice from heaven,
Like a silver trumpet, calls;
"Come who will,"--the church hath given
Back the echo from its walls.

2 Come, to rivers ever flowing
From the high, eternal throne;
Come, where God, his gifts bestowing,
In the church on earth is known.

3 Heavenly music! he who listens,
Longing for his spirit's home,
While his eye with rapture glistens,
Yearning says,--"I come, I come!"

160. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous.

"Come unto Me."

1 Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distrest,
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest!

2 Ye who have mourned when the spring-flowers were taken,
When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,
When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,
Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned;

3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn;

4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness