1. Ours is a rich and royal feast,
Provided by the King of heaven:
How privileg’d are they, and blest,
To whom the bread of life is given !
2. In sacred fellowship we meet,
To celebrate our Saviour’s death:
His blood we drink, His flesh we ea t;
His people feed on Him by faith.
3. We worship Him Who bore the cross;
We glory in His death alone:
The world itself appears but loss
To those to whom His name is known.
4. The blood He shed supplies a stream
That washes all our guilt away ;
How precious, then, the Lord should seem,
Whose death we celebrate to-day!
5. On earth His dying love shall be
Our spring of hope, our theme of joy ;
And, when in heaven our Lord we see,
His praise shall all our pow’rs employ.