Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 55

Tis not a dead external sign
Which here my hopes require,
The living power of love Divine
In Jesus I desire.

I want the dear Redeemer's grace,
I seek the Crucified,
The Man that suffer'd in my place,
The God that groan'd and died.

Swift, as their rising Lord to find
The two disciples ran,
I seek the Saviour of mankind,
Nor shall I seek in vain.

Come, all who long His face to see
That did our burden bear,
Hasten to Calvary with me,
And we shall find Him there.