Wesley Corpus

Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1745
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-033
Words388
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Communion Christology
Bring near the glad day When all shall obey Thy dying request, And eat of thy Supper, and lean on thy breast. Page 80 To all men impart One way and one heart, Thy people be shewn All righteous and sinless and perfect in one. Then, then let us see Thy glory, and be Caught up in the air This heavenly Supper in heaven to share. Page 81 III. The Sacrament a Pledge of Heaven. Hymn XCIII. Come let us join with one accord Who share the Supper of the Lord, Our Lord and Master's praise to sing, Nourish'd on earth with living bread We now are at his table fed, But wait to see our heavenly King; To see the great invisible Without a sacramental veil, With all his robes of glory on, In rapt'rous joy and love and praise Him to behold with open face, High on his everlasting throne. The wine which doth his Passion shew, We soon with him shall drink it new In yonder dazling courts above, Admitted to the heavenly feast We shall his choicest blessings taste, And banquet on his richest love. We soon the midnight cry shall hear, Arise, and meet the Bridegroom near, The marriage of the Lamb is come, Attended by his heavenly friends The glorious King of saints descends To take his bride in triumph home. Page 82 Then let us still in hope rejoice, And listen for th' archangel's voice Loud-ecchoing to the trump of God, Haste to the dreadful joyful day, When heaven and earth shall flee away By all-devouring flames destroy'd: While we from out the burnings fly, With eagles' wings mount up on high, Where Jesus is on Sion seen; 'Tis there he for our coming waits, And lo, the everlasting gates Lift up their heads to take us in! By faith and hope already there Ev'n now the marriage-feast we share, Ev'n now we by the Lamb are fed, Our Lord's celestial joy we prove, Led by the Spirit of his love, To springs of living comfort led Suffering and curse and death are o're, And pain afflicts the soul no more While harbour'd in the Saviour's breast, He quiets all our plaints and cries, And wipes the sorrow from our eyes, And lulls us in his arms to rest! Hymn XCIV.