Bread of heaven, on thee we feed
For thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread.

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.

3 Day by day with strength supplied,
Thro' the life of him who died,
Lord of life, oh, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

Josiah Conder, 1824.

478 Windham. L.M.

_The Lord's Supper Instituted._ (964)

'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes.

2 Before the mournful scene began
He took the bread, and blessed and brake;
What love thro' all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 "This is my body, broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food;"
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine:
"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying Friend;
Meet at the table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts.

479 Dorrnance. 8s & 7s.

_Viewing the Cross._ (977)

While, in sweet communion, feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Savior, may we see thee bleeding
On the cross, to make us thine.

2 Now, our eyes forever closing
To this fleeting world below,
On thy gentle breast reposing,
Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.

3 Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love,
Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us,
Ev'ry doubt and fear remove.

4 Bring before us all the story
Of thy life, and death of woe;
And, with hopes of endless glory,
Wean our hearts from all below.

Edward Denny, 1839.

480 Arlington. C.M.

_Remembering Christ._ (958)

That dreadful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,
This solemn feast ordain.

2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee;
Help each poor trembler to repeat--
For me he died, for me.

3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.

4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that