Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1745 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-013 |
| Words | 394 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Obedient to thy gracious word We break the hallow'd bread, Commemorate thee, our dying Lord, And trust on thee to feed. Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And make thy nature known, Affix the sacramental seal, And stamp us for thine own. The tokens of thy dying love, O let us all receive, And feel the quick'ning Spirit move, And sensibly believe. 14Appeared first in HSP (1742): 28-29. Page 24 The cup of blessing blest by thee, Let it thy blood impart; The bread thy mystic body be, And chear each languid heart. The grace which sure salvation brings Let us herewith receive; Satiate the hungry with good things, The hidden manna give. The living bread sent down from heaven In us vouchsafe to be; Thy flesh for all the world is given, And all may live by thee. Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow, And let us drink thy blood, Till all our souls are fill'd below With all the life of God. Hymn XXXI. O Rock of our salvation, see The souls that seek their rest in thee, Beneath thy cooling shadow hide, And keep us, Saviour, in thy side, By water and by blood redeem, And wash us in the mingled stream. The sin-atoning blood apply, And let the water sanctify, Pardon and holiness impart, Sprinkle and purify our heart, Wash out the last remains of sin, And make our inmost nature clean. The double stream in pardons rolls, And brings thy love into our souls, Page 25 Who dare the truth divine receive, And credence to thy witness give, We here thy utmost power shall prove Thy utmost power of perfect love. Hymn XXXII. Jesu, to thee for help we call, Plung'd in the depth of Adam's fall, Plagu'd with a carnal heart and mind, No distance or of time or place Secures us from the foul disgrace By him entail'd on all mankind. Six thousand years are now past by, Yet still like him we sin and dye, As born within his house we were, As each were that accursed Cain, We feel the all-polluting stain, And groan our inbred sin to bear. Thou God of sanctifying love, Adam descended from above, The virtue of thy blood impart, O let it reach to all below, As far extend as freely flow To cleanse, as his t' infect our heart.