Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 3

Then let us go, and take, and eat
The heavenly, everlasting meat,
For fainting souls prepared;
Fed with the living Bread Divine,
Discern we in the sacred sign
The body of the Lord.

The instruments that bruised Him so
Were broke and scatter'd long ago,
The flames extinguish'd were;
But Jesu's death is ever new,
He whom in ages past they slew
Doth still as slain appear.

The' oblation sends as sweet a smell,
Even now it pleases God as well
As when it first was made;
The blood doth now as freely flow,
As when His side received the blow
That show'd Him newly dead.

Then let our faith adore the Lamb
To-day as yesterday the same,
In Thy great offering join,
Partake the sacrificial food,
And eat Thy flesh and drink Thy blood,
And live for ever Thine.