Text: | This my Blood was Shed for Many |
Author: | I. Lane |
1 Mortals, behold the dying love
Of your Redeeming King;
Ye, who redemption's wonders prove,
His mighty praise should sing:
2 While you his broken body see,
And feast on heav'nly bread;
Mark how he groan'd on Clavary;
Behold him, with the dead.
3 Sinners! the cup, o'erflowing, view,
And taste the cheering wine;
Think how his side was pierc'd for you,
T' appease the wrath divine.
4 Then let his praise be your employ
While life and breath remain;
Soon shall we soar to realms of joy
And raise a louder strain.
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First Line: | Mortals, behold your dying God |
Title: | This my Blood was Shed for Many |
Author: | I. Lane |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Hymns, adapted to the Celebration of the Lord's Supper |