Is not the cup of blessing, blest
by us, the sacred means t' impart
our Savior's blood, with pow'r impressed
and pardon to the faithful heart?
Is not the hallowed broken bread
a sure communicating sign,
an instrument ordained to feed
our souls with mystic flesh divine?
Th' effects of His atoning blood,
His body offered on the tree,
are with the sacred types bestowed
on me, the pardoned rebel– me!
On all, who at His Word draw near,
in faith the outward veil look through;
sinners, believe, and find Him here;
believe, and feel He died for you!
In mem'ry of your dying God
the symbols faithfully receive,
and eat the flesh, and drink the blood
of Jesus– and forever live!
