1 That dreadful night before his death,
The Lamb for sinners slain;
Did almost with His dying breath
This solemn feast ordain.
2 To keep thy feast, Lord, we have met;
And to remember thee,
Help each poor trembler to repeat,
For me, he dy'd, for me.
3 Thy suff’rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings:
We eat the bread, and drink the wine;
But think on nobler things.
4 O, tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, “Hosanna to the Lamb,
"The Lamb that died for me."
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First Line: | That doleful night before his death |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper: Appropriation |