Laudes Domini ‎#971

971. The Institution

1 At thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns the board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.

2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts her life in One that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above
From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on the cause;
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.

4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

Text Information

• First Line: At thy command, our dearest Lord
• Title: The Institution
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1884
• Topic: Church: Ordinances of; Communion of Saints: At Lord's Table; Lord's Supper; Ordinances
• Notes: Public Domain

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