1. Of t we, alas! forget the love
Of Him Who bought us with His blood;
Who now, as our High Priest above,
E’er intercedes for us with God.
2. Oft we forget the woe, the pain,
The bloody sweat, th’ accursed tree,
The w rath His soul did once sustain,
From sin and death to set us free.
3. Oft we forget that, strangers here,
This world is not our rest or home;
That, waiting till our Lord appear, .
Our hearts should cry, “ Come, Saviour,
come!”
4. Oft we forget that we are one
With every saint that loves His nam e;
United to Him on the throne—
Our life, our hope, our Lord, the same.
5. O, then, what love is here display’d !
That Jesus did this feast provide
The very night He was betray’d,
The very night before He died.
6. Here, in the broken bread and wine,
We hear Him say, “ Remember me .
“ I gave My life to ransom thine, _
“ I bore thy curse to set thee free.
7. Lord, we are Thine—we praise Thy love—
One with Thy saints, all one in Thee;
We would, until we meet above,
In all our ways, remember Thee.
8. “For 1 have received of the Lord that which also I delivered unto you, That the Lord Jesus, the same night in which he was betrayed, took bread: And, when he had
given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance23
l o r d ’ s s u p p e r . of me After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, This cup is the new testament in
my blood : this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remem- brance of me. For as often as ye eat this bread, and
drink this cup, y e do shew the Lord’s death till he come. - 1 Cor. xi. 23-26.