Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 126

Father, to Him we turn our face
Who did for all atone,
And worship toward Thy holy place,
And seek Thee in Thy Son.

Him the true ark and mercy-seat
By faith we call to mind,
Faith in the blood atoning yet
For us and all mankind.

To Thee His passion we present,
Who for our ransom dies;
We reach by this great instrument
The' eternal sacrifice.

The Lamb as crucified afresh
Is here held out to men,
The tokens of His blood and flesh
Are on this table seen.

The Lamb His Father now surveys,
As on this altar slain,
Still bleeding and imploring grace
For every soul of man.

Father, for us, even us, He bleeds;
The sacrifice receive;
Forgive, for Jesus intercedes,
He gasps in death — Forgive!