Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 118

Live, our Eternal Priest,
By men and angels blest!
Jesus Christ the Crucified,
He who did for us atone,
From the cross where once He died,
Now He up to heaven is gone.

He ever lives, and prays
For all the faithful race;
In the holiest place above
Sinners' Advocate He stands,
Pleads for us His dying love,
Shows for us His bleeding hands.

His body torn and rent
He doth to God present,
In that dear memorial shows
Israel's chosen tribes imprest;
All our names the Father knows,
Reads them on our Aaron's breast.

He reads, while we beneath
Present our Saviour's death,
Do as Jesus bids us do,
Signify His flesh and blood,
Him in a memorial show,
Offer up the Lamb to God.

From this thrice hallow'd shade
Which Jesus' cross hath made,
Image of His sacrifice,
Never, never will we move,
Till with all His saints we rise,
Rise, and take our place above.