1 [The memory of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And blest 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 favourite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the heavenly 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 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' heavenly feast.]