Isaac Watts
‘TWAS on that dark, that
solemn night,
When powers of death and hell arose
Against the Son of God’s delight,
And friends betray’d him to his foes:
Before the mournful scene
began,
He took the bread, and blest, and brake!
What love through all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!
This is my body broke for
sin;
Receive and eat the living food:
Then took the cup, and blest the wine,
Tis the new cov’nant of my blood.
Do this, he cried, till
time shall end;
In mem’ry of your dying Friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord.
Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.
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