He cometh-let not one withdraw, Nor fear to bring repented sin; There's blood to wash, there's bread to feed, And Christ Himself to enter in. And hymns of praise in Heaven above, And in our hearts repentant faith, And love that springs to meet His love. II. O Jesu, bruised and wounded more The Life of Life within our souls, We come to show Thy dying hour, O Heart that, with a double tide Of blood and water, maketh pure; O Flesh once offered on the Cross, The gift that makes our pardon sure : Let never more our sinful souls The anguish of Thy Cross renew; Nor forge again the cruel nails That pierced Thy victim Body through. Come, Bread of Heaven, to feed our souls, And with Thee, Jesu enter in; Come, Wine of God, and as we drink His precious blood, wash out our sin. THE HOLY COMMUNION. O Gospel like this Feast Spread for Thy Church by Thee; All our Redemption cost, All our Redemption won; All it cost Thee, the Son; Thine was the bitter price, Ours is the free gift given; Thine was the Blood of Sacrifice, Ours is the wine of Heaven! For Thee, the burning thirst, The shame, the mortal strife, The broken heart, the side transpierced; To Thee, our curse and doom Wrapt round Thee with our sin ; The horror of that mid-day gloom, The deeper night within. To us, Thy home in light, Thy "Come, ye blessed, come! Thy bridal raiment pure and white, Thy Father's welcome home. Here we would rest midway, That darkest and that brightest Day From that dark depth of woes Till, from self's chains released, One sight alone we see, Behold Thee, only Thee! THE COMPLETION OF THE SACRIFICE OF THE CROSS. ERE it from my heart alone More than earthly bread and wine, Wake, my glory; wake, sweet string; What the fathers longed to see, |