Bring to every thankful mind
All the Saviour's dying merit,
All His sufferings for mankind :
True Recorder of His passion,
Now the living faith impart ;
Now reveal His great salvation
Unto every faithful heart.
2 Come, Thou witness of His dying ;
Come, Remembrancer Divine ;
Let us feel Thy power applying
Christ to every soul, and mine ;
Let us groan Thine inward groaning ;
Look on Him we pierced, and
grieve ;
All partake the grace atoning-----
All the sprinkled blood receive.
3 Yes, in me, in me He dwelleth ;
I in Him, and He in me !
And my empty soul He filleth,
Here and through eternity.
Thus I wait for His returning,
Singing ail the way to heaven ;
Such the joyous song of morning,
Such the banquet song of even.