Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 39

Sinner, with awe draw near,
And find thy Saviour here,
In His ordinances still,
Touch His sacramental clothes;
Present in His power to heal,
Virtue from His body flows.
His body is the seat
Where all our blessings meet;
Full of unexhausted worth,
Still it makes the sinner whole,
Pours Divine effusions forth,
Life to every dying soul.

Pardon, and power, and peace,
And perfect righteousness
From that sacred Fountain springs;
Wash'd in His all-cleansing blood
Rise, ye worms, to priests and kings,
Rise in Christ, and reign with God.