Religion
Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 115
From Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745) · Osborn ed., vol. 3 (1869)
O Glorious instrument Divine,
Which blessings to our souls conveys,
Brings with the hallow'd bread and wine
His strengthening and refreshing grace,
Presents His bleeding sacrifice,
His all-reviving death applies!
Glory to God who reigns above,
But suffer'd once for man below!
With joy we celebrate His love,
And thus His precious passion show,
Till in the clouds our Lord we see,
And shout with all His saints — Tis HE!
IV. Tue Holy Eucharist as it implies a Sacrifice.
Codex Note
Attributed to Charles Wesley; Osborn's edition does not distinguish the brothers
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