Christ Blessing the Bread. |
683. C. M. Dale. Christ Blessing the Bread. 1 Behold, amid his little flock, The Saviour stands serene, Unawed by suffering yet to be, Unchanged by what hath been. 2 Still beams the light of love undimmed In that benignant eye, Nor, save his own prophetic word, Aught speaks him soon to die. 3 He pours within the votive cup The rich blood of the vine, And "Drink ye all the hallowed draught," He cries, "This blood is mine." 4 He breaks the bread; then clasps his hands, And lifts his eyes in prayer, Receive ye this and view by faith My body symbolled there.
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