818    C.M.     J. Hart
The Lord’s Supper. Prov. 9. 1-5; Luke. 22. 19

1 The King of heaven a feast has made,
  And to his much-loved friends,
  The faint, the famished, and the sad,
  This invitation sends:

2 “Beggars, approach my royal board,
  Furnished with all that’s good;
  Come, sit at table with your Lord,
  And eat celestial food.

3 “My body and my blood receive,
  It comes entirely free;
  I ask no price for all I give,
  But O remember Me!”

4 Lo, at thy gracious bidding, Lord,
  Though vile and base, we come;
  O speak the reconciling word,
  And welcome wanderers home.

5 [Rich wine, and milk, and heavenly meat,
  We come to buy and live;
  Since nothing is the price that’s set,
  And we have nought to give.]

6 Impart to all thy flock below
  The blessings of thy death.
  On every begging soul bestow
  Thy love, thy hope, thy faith.

7 May each, with strength from heaven endued,
  Say, “My Beloved’s mine:
  I eat his flesh, and drink his blood,
  In signs of bread and wine.”