ment. What is it? asked the
children of Israel at one another when they saw a small round thing, as
small as hoarfrost, upon the ground. For they wist not what it was. And
Moses said, Gather of it every man according to his eating, an omer for
every man, according to the number of your persons. And the house of
Israel called the name thereof Manna, and the taste of it was like wafers
made with honey. He gave them of the corn of heaven to eat, and man did
eat in the wilderness angels' food. Your fathers did eat manna in the
wilderness, and are dead; but this is the bread of which if any man eat
he shall not die. And the bread that I will give is My Flesh, which I
will give for the life of the world. And so outlandish, so supernatural,
and so full of heavenly wonder and heavenly mystery was that bread, that
the Jews strove among themselves over it, and could not understand it.
But, by His goodness and His truth to us this day, we have again, to our
spiritual nourishment and growth in grace, eaten the Flesh and drunk the
Blood of the Son of God; a meat that, as He who Himself is that meat has
said of it, is meat indeed and drink indeed--as, indeed, we have the
witness in ourselves this day that it is. They drank also of the water
that was made wine, and were very merry with Him all that day at His
table. And all their mirth was the high mirth of heaven; it was a mirth
and a gladness without sin, without satiety, and without remorse.

4. There was music also all the while at the table, and the musicians
were not those of the country of Mansoul, but they were the masters of
song come down from the court of the King. 'I love the Lord,' they sang
in the supper room over the paschal lamb--'I love the Lord because He
hath heard my voice and my supplication. Because He hath inclined His
ear unto me, therefore will I call upon Him as long as I live. What
shall I render to the Lord,' they challenged one another, 'for all His
benefits towards me? I will take the cup of salvation, and will call
upon the name of the Lord.' 'Sometimes imagine,' says a great devotional
writer with a great imagination--'Sometimes imagine that you had been one
of those that joined with our blessed Saviour as He sang an hymn. Strive
to imagine to yourself with what majesty He looked. Fancy that you had
stood by Him surrounded with His glory. Think how your heart would have
been inflamed, and what ecstasies of joy you would have then felt w