Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 41

Truth of the paschal sacrifice,
Jesu, regard Thy people's cries,
Nor let us in our sins remain:
Surely Thou hear'st the prisoners groan;
Come down to our relief, come down,
And break the dire Accuser's chain.

Humble the proud oppressive king,
Deliverance to Thine Israel bring,
And while the' unsprinkled victims die,
Thy death for us present to God,
Write our protection in Thy blood,
And bid the hellish fiend pass by.