823    7.6.8.     J. Hart
“In remembrance of me.” 1 Cor. 11. 23-25

1 Hail, thou Bridegroom, bruised to death,
  Who hast the wine-press trod
  Of the Almighty’s burning wrath!
  Hail, slaughtered Lamb of God;
  Melt our hearts with love like thine,
  While we behold thee on the tree,
  Sweetly mourning o’er each sign,
  In memory of thee.

2 Hail, thou mighty Saviour, blest
  Before the world began
  In the eternal Father’s breast,
  Hail, Son of God and man!
  Thee we hymn in humble strains;
  And to receive we now agree,
  These blest symbols of thy pains,
  In memory of thee.

3 Break, O break these hearts of stone,
  By some endearing word.
  Jesus, come! May every one
  Behold his suffering Lord.
  The Holy Ghost into us breathe;
  Help us to take, from doubtings free,
  These dear tokens of thy death
  In memory of thee.

4 [Thou, our great Melchisedec,
  Bring’st forth thy bread and wine;
  Thou hast wrought out, for our sake,
  A righteousness divine.
  Send thy blessing from above,
  When worms partake, such worms as we,
  These rich pledges of thy love,
  In memory of thee.]