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Verse 1

My God, and is Thy table spread?
And does Thy cup with love o’erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.

Verse 2

Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

Verse 3

Why are its dainties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for you the Victim slain?
Are you forbid the children’s bread?

Verse 4

O let Thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

Verse 1

My God! and is thy table spread?
And does thy cup with love o’erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.

Verse 2

Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes!
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood;
Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

Verse 3

Oh! let thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

Verse 4

Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared;
With hearts inflamed let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father’s board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

Verse 1

’Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God’s delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes.

Verse 2

Before the mournful scene began
He took the bread, and blessed and brake;
What love thro’ all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!

Verse 3

“This is my body, broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food;”
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine:
“’Tis the new cov’nant in my blood.”

Verse 4

“Do this,” he cried, “till time shall end,
In mem’ry of your dying Friend;
Meet at the table, and record
The love of your departed Lord.”

Verse 5

Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Verse 1

That dreadful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,
This solemn feast ordain.

Verse 2

To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee;
Help each poor trembler to repeat--
For me he died, for me.

Verse 3

Thy suff’rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.

Verse 4

Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me.