Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#III.XV

III.XV. Our Lord Jesus at his own table

1 [The mem'ry of our dying Lord
Awakes a thankful tongue:
How rich he spread his royal board,
And bless'd the food, and sung:

2 Happy the men that eat this bread;
But doubly bless'd was he
That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith, the same delights we taste
As that great fav'rite did,
And sit and lean on Jesus' breast,
And take the heav'nly bread.]

4 Down from the palace of the skies,
Hither the King descends:
"Come, my beloved, eat (he cries)
"And drink salvation, friends.

5 ["My flesh is food and physic too,
"A balm for all your pains;
"And the red streams of pardon flow
"From these my pierced veins."]

6 Hosanna to his bounteous love
For such a feast below!
And yet he feeds his saints above
With nobler blessings too.

7 [Come, the dear day, the glorious hour,
That brings our souls to rest!
Then we shall need these types no more,
But dwell at th' heav'nly feast.]

Text Information

• First Line: The mem'ry of our dying Lord
• Title: Our Lord Jesus at his own table
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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