"Take heed to thyself that thou offer not thy burnt offerings in every place that thou seest."

" But unto the place which the Lord your God shall choose out of all your tribes to put HIS NAME there." – Deut. 12:13, 5.

There is a plainly furnished room,
"Tis in a village street,
And to a company of saints
It is a sweet retreat ;
For in that place the Lord has set
His Name, to which we meet.

Each Lord's Day morn we gather there,
Responding to His plea;
"As oft as ye do this, beloved,
Ye do remember Me –
My body broken, and My blood
Poured out in death for thee. "

Our Lord Himself is there to bless
His own memorial feast:
His presence "in the midst" ensures
A welcome to the least;
And all we need in Him we find-
Our Sacrifice and Priest.

Around the table of His grace,
Spread with this feast of love,
We meditate in perfect peace
On our High Priest above:
With praise and gratitude we trace
The wonders of His love.

The love that bore our sin and shame,
And brought us nigh to God,
Has cleansed our souls from every stain,
Through faith in Jesus' blood.
Each blood-washed soul, thus saved by grace,
Is now a priest to God.

The prayer, or song, or scripture read,
Repeats the same sweet strain,
"All praise and glory to the Lamb-
The Lamb for sinners slain:
For us He died, for us He lives,
For us He'll come again! "

His presence is a holy place-
A Bethany most dear,
Where we can sit at Jesus' feet,
Forgetting every care.
"Great peace have they which love Thy law,"
And heaven-born pleasures share.

Oh, let not earthly things intrude,
Or keep us from our place
Before the table of our Lord,
Drawn by His wondrous grace.
Each Lord's Day morn may be the last
Ere we shall see His face!

A. H. B.