Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 65

Blest be the Lord, for ever blest,
Who bought us with a price,
And bids His ransom'd servants feast
On His great sacrifice.

Thy blood was shed upon the cross.
To wash us white as snow;
Broken for us Thy body was,
To feed our souls below.

Now, on the sacred table laid,
Thy flesh becomes our food,
Thy life is to our souls convey'd
In sacramental blood.

We eat the offering of our peace,
The hidden manna prove,
And only live to' adore and bless
Thine all-sufficient love.