This do in remembrance of Me. Luke 22:19
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707–09, Book 2, number 19.
Music: Seasons (Pleyel) Ignaz J. Pleyel, circa 1790 (🔊 pdf nwc).
At Thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend Thy dying feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns Thy board,
And Thine own flesh feeds every guest.
Our faith adorns Thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One that died;
We hope for heav’nly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.
Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on the cause;
We come to boast our Savior’s name,
And make our triumphs in His cross.
With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left His tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till He come.