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Which, His holy supper taking,
To the brethren twelve His breaking
None hath ever called in doubt.
Full then be our praise and sounding,
Modest and with joy abounding
Be our mind's triumphant state,
For the festal's prosecution,
When the first blessed institution
Of this feast we celebrate.
In the new King's new libation,
In the new law's new oblation
Ends the antient Paschal rite;
Antient forms new substance chaceth,
Typic shadows truth displaceth,
Day dispels the gloom of night.
What He did at supper seated,
Christ injoyned to be repeated,
When His love we celebrate.
Thus, obeying His dictation,
Bread and wine of our salvation
We the victim consecrate.
'Tis for Christian faith asserted,
Bread is into flesh converted,
