Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1745 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-041 |
| Words | 372 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
He still respects thy sacrifice, Its savour sweet doth always please, The offering smoaks thro' earth and skies, Diffusing life and joy and peace, To these thy lower courts it comes, And fills them with divine perfumes. 34"Spreads" changed to "speaks" in 7th edn. (1776) and following. Page 99 We need not now go up to heaven To bring the long-sought Saviour down, Thou art to all already given: Thou dost ev'n now thy banquet crown, To every faithful soul appear, And shew thy real presence here. Hymn CXVII. Thou Lamb that suffer'dst on the tree, And in this dreadful mystery Still offer'st up thyself to God, We cast us on thy sacrifice, Wrapt in the sacred smoke arise, And cover'd with th' atoning blood. Thy death presented in our stead Enters us35 now among the dead, Parts of thy mystic body here, By thy divine oblation rais'd, And on our Aaron's ephod plac'd We now with thee in heaven appear. Thy death exalts thy ransom'd ones, And sets us 'midst the precious stones, Closest thy dear thy loving breast, Israel as on thy shoulders stands; Our names are graven on the hands The heart of our eternal priest. For us he ever interceeds, His heaven-deserving Passion pleads Presenting us before the throne; We want no sacrifice beside, By that great offering sanctified, One with our head, for ever one. 35"Us" is mistakenly omitted in 4th edn. (1757) and 5th edn. (1762). Page 100 Hymn CXVIII. Live our eternal priest By men and angels blest! Jesus Christ, the crucified, He who did for all atone, From the cross where once he died Now he up to heaven is gone. He ever lives, and prays For all the faithful race; In the holiest place above Sinners' advocate he stands, Pleads for us his dying love, Shews for us his bleeding hands. His body torn and rent He doth to God present; In that dear memorial shews Israel's chosen tribes imprest: All our names the Father knows, Reads them on our Aaron's breast. He reads, while we beneath Present our Saviour's death, Do as Jesus bids us do, Signify his flesh and blood, Him in a memorial shew, Offer up the Lamb to God.