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“Shew the Lord’s death till he come.” 1 Cor. 11. 26

1 Jesus, once for sinners slain,
  From the dead was raised again,
  And in heaven is now set down
  With his Father in his throne.

2 There he reigns a King supreme;
  We shall also reign with him;
  Feeble souls, be not dismayed;
  Trust in his almighty aid.

3 He has made an end of sin,
  And his blood has washed us clean;
  Fear not, he is ever near;
  Now, e’en now, he’s with us here.

4 Thus assembling, we, by faith,
  Till he come, show forth his death;
  Of his body bread’s the sign,
  And we drink his blood in wine.

5 Bread, thus broken, aptly shows
  How his body God did bruise;
  When the grape’s rich blood we see,
  Lord, we then remember thee.

6 [Saints on earth, with saints above,
  Celebrate his dying love,
  And let every ransomed soul
  Sound his praise from pole to pole.]