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Our Lord Jesus at his own table

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #LX (1786) First Line: The memory of our dying Lord Lyrics: 1 The memory of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And bless'd the food, and sung. 2 Happy the men that eat this bread, But doubly bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 3 By faith the same delights we taste As that great favorite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the sacred bread. 4 Down from the palace of the skies; The King of grace descends! "Come my beloved, eat, (he cries) "And drink salvation friends. 5 Hosannah to his bounteous love, For such a feast below! And yet he feeds his saints above With nobler blessings too. 6 Come the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our souls to God, Then we shall need these types no more, But taste the heavenly food. Languages: English

Our Lord Jesus at his own table

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #LX (1787) First Line: The memory of our dying Lord Lyrics: 1 The memory of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And bless'd the food, and sung. 2 Happy the men that eat this bread, But doubly bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 3 By faith the same delights we taste As that great favorite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the sacred bread. 4 Down from the palace of the skies; The King of grace descends! "Come my beloved, eat, (he cries) "And drink salvation friends. 5 Hosannah to his bounteous love, For such a feast below! And yet he feeds his saints above With nobler blessings too. 6 Come the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our souls to God, Then we shall need these types no more, But taste the heavenly food. Languages: English

Our Lord Jesus at his own table

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #LX (1790) First Line: The memory of our dying Lord Lyrics: 1 The memory of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And bless'd the food, and sung. 2 Happy the men that eat this bread, But doubly bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 3 By faith the same delights we taste As that great favourite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the sacred bread. 4 Down from the palace of the skies; The King of grace descends! "Come my beloved, eat, (he cries) "And drink salvation friends. 5 Hosannah to his bounteous love, For such a feast below! And yet he feeds his saints above With nobler blessings too. 6 Come the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our souls to God, Then we shall need these types no more, But taste the heavenly food. Languages: English

Hymn 15

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.15 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The memory of our dying Lord Lyrics: [The memory of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And blessed the food, and sung! Happy the men that eat this bread; But doubly blest was he That gently bowed his loving head, And leaned it, Lord, on thee. By faith the same delights we taste As that great favorite did; And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the heav'nly bread.] Down from the palace of the skies, Hither the King descends: "Come, my beloved, eat," he cries; "And drink salvation, friends. ["My flesh is food and physic too, A balm for all your pains; And the red streams of pardon flow From these my pierced veins."] Hosannah to his bounteous love For such a taste below! And yet he feeds his saints above With nobler blessings too. [Come the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our souls to rest! Then we shall need these types no more, But dwell at th' heav'nly feast.] Languages: English

Our Lord Jesus at his own table

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Choice Selection of Hymns. 6th ed. #d240 (1843) First Line: The memory of our dying Lord Languages: English

Our Lord Jesus at his own table

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Christian's Duty, exhibited in a series of hymns #279 (1825) First Line: The memory of our dying Lord Languages: English

The Men'ry of our dying Lord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #III.XV (1766) Lyrics: [1 The Mem'ry of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful Tongue; How rich he spread his Royal Board, And bless'd the Food, and sung. 2 Happy the Men that eat this Bread, But double-bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving Head, And lean'd it, Lord, on Thee. 3 By Faith the same Delights we taste As that great Fav'rite did; And sit and lean on Jesus' Breast, And take the heav'nly Bread.] 4 Down from the Palace of the Skies Hither the King descends, "Come, my Beloved, eat (he cries) "And drink Salvation, Friends. [5 "My Flesh is Food and Physick too, "A Balm for all your Pains; "And the red Streams of Pardon flow "From these my pierced Veins."] 6 Hosanna to his bounteous Love For such a Taste below! And yet he feeds his Saints above With nobler Blessings too. [7 Come the dear Day, the glorious Hour, That brings our Souls to rest! Then we shall need these Types no more, But dwell at th' heav'nly Feast.] Topics: Lord Jesus at his own Table; Presence of Christ in Worship Languages: English

Our Lord Jesus at his own table

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #III.XV (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The mem'ry of our dying Lord Lyrics: 1 [The mem'ry of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And bless'd the food, and sung: 2 Happy the men that eat this bread; But doubly bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 3 By faith, the same delights we taste As that great fav'rite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the heav'nly bread.] 4 Down from the palace of the skies, Hither the King descends: "Come, my beloved, eat (he cries) "And drink salvation, friends. 5 ["My flesh is food and physic too, "A balm for all your pains; "And the red streams of pardon flow "From these my pierced veins."] 6 Hosanna to his bounteous love For such a feast below! And yet he feeds his saints above With nobler blessings too. 7 [Come, the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our souls to rest! Then we shall need these types no more, But dwell at th' heav'nly feast.] Languages: English

Our Lord JESUS at his own Table

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXXIX (1791) First Line: The Mem'ry of our dying Lord Lyrics: [1 The Mem'ry of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful Tongue: How rich he spread his Royal Board, And bless'd the Food, and sung. 2 Happy the Men that eat this Bread; But doubly-bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving Head, And lean'd it, Lord, on Thee. 3 By Faith the same Delights we taste As that great Fav'rite did; And sit and lean on Jesus' Breast; And take the heav'nly Bread.] 4 Down from the Palace of the Skies, Hither the King descends, "Come, my Beloved, eat," (he cries) "And drink Salvation, Friends. [5 "My Flesh is Food and Physick too, "A Balm for all your Pains; "And the red Streams of Pardon flow "From these my pierced Veins."] 6 Hosanna to his bounteous Love For such a Feast below! And yet he feeds his Saints above With nobler Blessings too. [7 Come the dear Day, the glorious Hour, That brings our Souls to rest! Then we shall need these Types no more, But dwell at th' heav'nly Feast.] Topics: liturgical Communion Songs; Washing of Feet and the Lord's Supper Languages: English

Our Lord JESUS at his own Table

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCLXXIX (1801) First Line: The Mem'ry of our dying Lord Topics: For washing of Feet and the Lord's Supper Languages: English