Text: | For the Lord's Supper |
Author: | Hart |
1 Hail, thou Bridegroom, bruised to death,
Who hast the wine-press trod
Of the Almighty’s burning wrath!
Hail, slaughtered Lamb of God;
Melt our hearts with love like thine,
While we behold thee on the tree,
Sweetly mourning o’er each sign,
In memory of thee.
2 Hail, thou mighty Saviour, blest
Before the world began
In the eternal Father’s breast,
Hail, Son of God and man!
Thee we hymn in humble strains;
And to receive we now agree,
These blest symbols of thy pains,
In memory of thee.
3 Break, O break these hearts of stone,
By some endearing word.
Jesus, come! May every one
Behold his suffering Lord.
The Holy Ghost into us breathe;
Help us to take, from doubtings free,
These dear tokens of thy death
In memory of thee.
4 [Thou, our great Melchisedec,
Bring’st forth thy bread and wine;
Thou hast wrought out, for our sake,
A righteousness divine.
Send thy blessing from above,
When worms partake, such worms as we,
These rich pledges of thy love,
In memory of thee.]
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First Line: | Hail, thou Bridegroom, bruised to death |
Title: | For the Lord's Supper |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | 7.6.8. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |