This my Blood was Shed for Many

1 Mortals, behold the dying love
Of your Redeeming King;
Ye, who redemption's wonders prove,
His mighty praise should sing:

2 While you his broken body see,
And feast on heav'nly bread;
Mark how he groan'd on Clavary;
Behold him, with the dead.

3 Sinners! the cup, o'erflowing, view,
And taste the cheering wine;
Think how his side was pierc'd for you,
T' appease the wrath divine.

4 Then let his praise be your employ
While life and breath remain;
Soon shall we soar to realms of joy
And raise a louder strain.

Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #CCCXXI