Text: | For the Lord's Supper |
Author: | Hart |
1 That doleful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did almost with his latest breath
This solemn feast ordain.
2 To keep thy feast, Lord, are we met,
And to remember thee;
Help each poor trembler to repeat,
“For me he died, for me.”
3 Thy sufferings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.
4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants to thee,
To sing, “Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me!”
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First Line: | That doleful night before his death |
Title: | For the Lord's Supper |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |