The Lord’s Supper. Prov. 9. 1-5; Luke. 22. 19
J. Hart C.M.
1
The King of heaven a feast has made,
And to his much-loved friends,
The faint, the famished, and the sad,
This invitation sends:
2
“Beggars, approach my royal board,
Furnished with all that’s good;
Come, sit at table with your Lord,
And eat celestial food.
3
“My body and my blood receive,
It comes entirely free;
I ask no price for all I give,
But O remember Me!”
4
Lo, at thy gracious bidding, Lord,
Though vile and base, we come;
O speak the reconciling word,
And welcome wanderers home.
5
[Rich wine, and milk, and heavenly meat,
We come to buy and live;
Since nothing is the price that’s set,
And we have nought to give.]
6
Impart to all thy flock below
The blessings of thy death.
On every begging soul bestow
Thy love, thy hope, thy faith.
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May each, with strength from heaven endued,
Say, “My Beloved’s mine:
I eat his flesh, and drink his blood,
In signs of bread and wine.”
