209 The Lord's Supper
Twas on that dark and doleful night, When pow'rs of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed Him to His foes. Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread and blest and brake; What love through all His actions ran! What wondrous words of grace He spake. “This is my body broke for sin, Receive and eat the living food;” Then took the cup and blessed the wine: “'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.” For us His flesh with nails was torn; He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn; And justice poured upon His head Its heavy vengeance in our stead. For us His vital blood was spilt, To buy the pardon of our guilt, When, for black crimes of biggest size, He gave His soul a sacrifice. “Do this” He cried, “till time shall end, In mem'ry of your dying Friend; Meet at my table and record The love of your departed Lord.” Jesus, Thy feast we celebrate, We show Thy death, we sing Thy name, Till Thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb. |