Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 7

Come, Holy Ghost, set to Thy seal,
Thine inward witness give,
To all our waiting souls reveal
The death by which we live.

Spectators of the pangs Divine
O that we now may be,
Di seeming in the sacred sign
His passion on the tree!

Give us to hear the dreadful sound
Which told His mortal pain,
Tore up the graves, and shook the ground,
And rent the rocks in twain.

Repeat the Saviour's dying cry
In every heart, so loud
That every heart may now reply,
This was the Son of God!