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THE LORD'S SUPPER.
2 When at the table of the Lord
We humbly take our place,
The death of Jesus we record,
With love and thankfulness.
These emblems bring my Lord to view
Upon the bloody tree ;
My soul believes and feels it true,
That Jesus died for me.
3 His body broken, nailed and torn,
And stained with streams of blood:
His spotless soul was left forlorn,
Forsaken of his God.
’Twas then his Father gave the stroke
That justice did decree;
All nature felt the dreadful shock,
When Jesus died for me.
4 My guilt was on my surety laid,
And therefore he must die ;
His soul a sacrifice was made
For such a worm as I,
Was ever love so great as this ?
Was ever grace so free ?
This is my glory, joy and bliss,
That Jesus died for me.
5 Angels in shining order stand
Around my Saviour’s throne;
They bow with reverence at his feet,
And make his glories known.
Those happy spirits sing his praise
To all eternity,
But I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.
6 Oh ! had I but an angel’s voice,
To bear my heart along,
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