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THE LORD'S SUPPER.
250 C. M.
The triumphal feast of Christ’s victory.
1 TESUS the God invites us here
To this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.
2 The Lord, how glorious is his face !
How kind his smiles appear !
And O what melting words he says
To every humble ear.
3 * For you, the children of my love,
It was for you I died ;
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And look into my side.
4 ‘ These are the wounds for you I bore,
The tokens of my pains,
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains.
5 ‘ Justice unsheathed its fiery sword,
And plunged it in my heart;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,
And most tormenting smart.
G 1 When hell and all its spiteful powers
Stood dreadful in my way,
To rescue those dear lives of yours,
I gave my own away.
7 ‘ But while I bled, and groaned and died
I ruined Satan’s throne ;
High on the cross I hung and spied
The monster tumbling down.
8 ‘Victorious God! what can we pay
For favors so divine ?
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