734    C.M.     J. Hart
The Lord’s Supper. Zech. 12. 10; Luke 22. 19, 20

1 Lord, who can hear of all thy woe,
  Thy groans and dying cries,
  And not feel tears of sorrow flow,
  And sighs of pity rise?

2 Much harder than the hardest stone
  That man’s hard heart must be;
  Alas! dear Lord, with shame we own
  That just such hearts have we.

3 The symbols of thy flesh and blood
  Will (as they have been oft)
  With unrelenting hearts be viewed,
  Unless thou make them soft.

4 Dissolve these rocks; call forth the stream,
  Make every eye a sluice;
  Let none be slow to weep for him
  Who wept so much for us.

5 And while we mourn, and sing, and pray,
  And feed on bread and wine,
  Lord, let thy quickening Spirit convey
  The substance with the sign.