Text: | The Lord's Supper |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
1 Beloved, we are come
With Christ to sympathise;
For us he has the victory won,
And we shall share the prize.
2 But O remember him;
View justice, armed with wrath;
The vengeance due to Zion’s sin,
Stung Zion’s Lord to death.
3 In miseries great he sighed;
He groaned; he cried; he bled;
He sank in wrath’s tremendous tide,
And dying, bowed his head.
4 Christians, repeat his love;
With solemn pleasure sing
The bloody conflicts of your God;
The victories of your King.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Beloved, we are come |
Title: | The Lord's Supper |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | The Lord's Supper |