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THE LORD’S SUPPER.
We would devote our hearts away,
To be forever thine.
251 L. M.
A preparatory thought for the Lord's supper.
1 XX 7 HAT heavenly man or lovely God
W Comes marching downward from the
skies,
Arrayed in garments rolled in blood
With joy and pity in his eyes?
2 The Lord, the Saviour, yes, ’tis he,
I know him by the smiles he wears :
Dear, glorious Man, that died for me,
Drench’d deep in agonies and tears !
3 Lo, he reveals his shining breast;
I own those wounds, and I adore :
Lo, he prepares a royal feast,
Sweet fruit of the sharp pangs he bore,
4 Whence flow those favors so divine?
Lord, why so lavish of thy blood ?
Why, for such earthly souls as mine,
This heavenly wine, this sacred food ?
5 ’Twas his own love that made him bleed,
That nailed him to the cursed tree ;
’Twas his own blood this table spread
For such unworthy guests as we.
P Then let us taste the Saviour’s love ;
Come, faith, and feed upon the Lord ;
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannas crown the board.
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