XIV. THE INSTITUTION OF THE LORD'S SUPPER. "I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom." - MATT. xxvi. 29. THE hour is come; the feast is spread: Behold My body given; Behold My life-blood freely shed To ransom souls for heaven. When of this cup I drink again, No tears its perfect joy shall stain, A joy for ever new. Ere then ten thousand thousand times My table shall be spread, And countless souls in distant climes Be comforted and fed. 1850. Grace, mercy, peace be multiplied To those who commune there; While seated by My Father's side But now these lips a different cup And unrepiningly drink up The dregs of bitter pain. The griefs ye know not that are Mine, Nor yet My glories see; But break the bread, and drink the wine, And thus remember Me. XV. COMMUNION OF THE SICK. "I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night."-SOng v. 2. "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.". REV. iii. 20. THE sun is set, the twilight's o'er, The night dews fall like rain: A Prince stands at a suppliant's door, "I slumber; but my heart is moved Is it thy footstep, O beloved, Thy hand, Thy voice I hear?" 1869. ""Tis I, thy Lord, who stand and wait Beneath the darkening sky: Arise, unbar, unclose the gate, Fear nothing; it is I. "The bread of life is in My hand; Fulfil My tenderest last command: "Eat, drink; and muse in loving trust, The while I sup with thee, If this be heaven on earth, what must My Bridal banquet be." |