Scripture Verse

This do in remembrance of Me. Luke 22:19


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs 1707–09, Book 2, num­ber 19.

Music: Sea­sons (Pley­el) Ig­naz J. Pley­el, cir­ca 1790 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Ignaz J. Pleyel (1757–1831)


At Thy com­mand, our dear­est Lord,
Here we at­tend Thy dy­ing feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns Thy board,
And Thine own flesh feeds ev­ery guest.

Our faith adorns Thy bleed­ing love,
And trusts for life in One that died;
We hope for heav’n­ly crowns above,
From a Re­deem­er cru­ci­fied.

Let the vain world pro­nounce it shame,
And fling their scan­dals on the cause;
We come to boast our Sav­ior’s name,
And make our tri­umphs in His cross.

With joy we tell the scoff­ing age,
He that was dead has left His tomb;
He lives above their ut­most rage,
And we are wait­ing till He come.