Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 11

O God, that hear'st the prayer,
Attend Thy people's cry,
Who to Thy house repair
And on Thy death rely,
Thy death which now we call to mind,
And trust our legacies to find.

Thou meetest them that joy
In these Thy ways to go,
And to Thy praise employ
Their happy lives below,
And still within Thy temple gate
For all Thy promised mercies wait.
We wait to obtain them now;

We seek the Crucified,
And at Thy altar bow,
And long to feel applied
The blood for our redemption given,
And eat the Bread that came from heaven.

Come then, our dying Lord,
To us Thy goodness show,
In honour of Thy word
The inward grace bestow,
And magnify the sacred sign,
And prove the ordinance Divine.