Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 22

Prince of Life, for sinners slain,
Grant us fellowship with Thee;
Fain we would partake Thy pain,
Share Thy mortal agony:
Give us now the dreadful power,
Now bring back Thy dying hour.

Place us near the' accursed wood
Where Thou didst Thy life resign,
Near as once Thy mother stood;
Partners of the pangs Divine,
Bid us feel her sacred smart,
Feel the sword that pierced her heart.

Surely now the prayer He hears;
Faith presents the Crucified!
Lo! the wounded Lamb appears;
Pierced His feet, His hands, His side,
Hangs our Hope on yonder tree,
Hangs, and bleeds to death for me!