824. For the Lord's Supper

1 Oh! that our flinty hearts could melt,
While to remembrance, Lord, we call
Part of that weight which thou hast felt;
For who can comprehend it all?

2 Ye sinners, while these symbols dear
Present your suffering Lord to view,
Drop the soft tribute of a tear,
For he shed many a tear for you.

3 In the sad garden, on the wood,
His body bruised, from every part
Poured on the ground a purple flood,
Till sorrow broke his tender heart.

4 Lord, while we thus show forth thy death,
O send thy Spirit from above;
Help us to feed on thee by faith,
And sigh, and sing, and mourn, and love.

Text Information
First Line: Oh! that our flinty hearts would melt
Title: For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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