Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 127

Did Thine ancient Israel go
With solemn praise and prayer
To Thy hallow'd courts below,
To meet and serve Thee there?
To Thy body, Lord, we flee;
This the consecrated shrine,
Temple of the Deity,
The real house Divine.

Did they toward the altar turn
Their hopes, their heart, and face,
Whence the victim's blood was borne
Into the holiest place?
Toward the cross we still look up,
Toward the Lamb for sinners given,
Through Thine only death we hope
To find our way to heaven.
V. Concerning the Sacrifice of our Persons.