Dear Jesus, as I take this bread,
This sign of dying seed,
Oh let my hungry soul be fed
With deathless life, I plead.
If I must signify my blame,
And crush the bread I eat,
Oh let the taste of bitter shame
Be short, the end be sweet.
Oh may this bread, though I must die,
A true similitude
Of grace, forevermore be my
All-satisfying food.
* * *
Then after supper, Lord, you said,
"A covenant in blood,
This cup." And thirsting, in my stead,
You drank the fatal flood.
And now must I remember this,
The bloody price of lust?
Must I confess my Judas kiss
Against this cup? “You must.”
Then guilty I will taste my death,
The death that you have died,
And sing your life with endless breath,
Forever satisfied.
* * *
The cup is past, the bread consumed,
Now come, Lord Jesus, pour
Your Spirit ’til, all hunger doomed,
Your people thirst no more.
-- John Piper
CM tune
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