Our Father has us Wellcome bid,
Upon the Holy Lamb to feed,
With blest Solemnization.
2.
O Sacred Viands here prepar'd
For our Divine repasting!
O Sacred Gate, for us unbarr'd
To Pleasures Everlasting!
Jesus is Manna, Bread Divine
Jesus is Oyl, is Milk and Wine,
And Honey to our Tasting.
3.
Who would not, Lord, Remember Thee,
On all such Blest Occasions?
O can thy Cross e'er burięd be
In Worldly Occupations?
O Tree so dry, such Fruit to bring
As ne'er in Paradise did spring,
For Healing of the Nations.
4.
O Love, that makes such Joys to spring
In such deep Scenes of Mourning!
The Cross, the Spear, the Deadly Sting
To Healthful Uses turning.
Death's Servant made, to break the Bread;
And Pierce the Font of Wine so Red,
With Flames Celestial burning.
5.
Into what Mysteries must we dive,
In this Divine Refection?
We Live to Die, we Die to Live,
In Blissful Resurrection.
Dear Lord, who would not Die with thee,
In Death the New-Births Gate to see;
And Inlet to Perfection.
