The Death of Jesus Christ, Our Lord

The death of Je­sus Christ

our Lord

We ce­le­brate with one ac­cord;

It is our com­fort in dis­tress

Our heart’s sweet joy and hap­pi­ness.

He blot­ted out with His own blood

The judg­ment that against us stood;

He full atone­ment for us made

And all our debt He ful­ly paid.

That this is now and ev­er true

He gives an ear­nest ev­er new:

In this His ho­ly sup­per here

We taste His love so sweet

so near.

His Word pro­claims

and we be­lieve

That in the sup­per we re­ceive

His ve­ry bo­dy

as He said

His ve­ry blood for sin­ners shed.

A pre­cious food is this in­deed—

It nev­er fails us in our need—

A heav­en­ly man­na for our soul.

Until we safe­ly reach our goal.

Oh

blest is each be­liev­ing guest

Who in this pro­mise finds his rest;

For Je­sus will in love ab­ide

With those who do in Him con­fide.

The guest that comes with true in­tent

To turn to God and to re­pent

To live for Christ

to die to sin

Will thus a ho­ly life be­gin.

They who His Word do not be­lieve

This food un­wor­thi­ly re­ceive

Salvation here will nev­er find—

May we this warn­ing keep in mind!

Help us sin­cere­ly to be­lieve

That we may wor­thi­ly re­ceive

Thy sup­per and in Thee find rest.

Amen

he who be­lieves is blest.