Classic Poem

HYMN XIX.

S I ng hallelujah to our king,
Who nobly entertains
His friends with bread of life, and wine
That flow'd from all his veins.

His body pierc'd with numerous wounds,
Did as a victim bleed;
That we might drink his sacred blood,
And on his flesh might feed.

Wormwood and gall was once his meat,
His cup with terror fill'd,
That we might taste the heav'nly sweet
His royal banquets yield.

When our redeemer dy'd, he was
Both sacrifice and priest:
And now he lives, he is become
Th' inviter, and the feast.

We feed on Christ, and sup with him;
At table he presides
As ruler of the feast, his share
To every guest divides.

While he love's banner here displays
O'er our triumphant heads,
Sin dies, each grace revives, and soon
Its precious odor spreads.

Nor are our pleasures bounded here,
For he's gone to prepare
Mansions, where heavenly manna shall
Be our eternal fare.