Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 94

O What a soul-transporting feast
Doth this communion yield!
Remembering here Thy passion past,
We with Thy love are fill'd.

Sure instrument of present grace
Thy sacrament we find,
Yet higher blessings it displays,
And raptures still behind.

It bears us now on eagle's wings,
If Thou the power impart,
And Thee our glorious earnest brings
Into our faithful heart.

O let us still the earnest feel,
The' unutterable peace,
This loving Spirit be the seal
Of our eternal bliss!