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The Lord's Supper

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 28, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 52.

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The Lord's Supper

By L. D. SANTEE

L. D. SANTEE
“For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do show the Lord’s death till he come.” 1 Cor. 11:26.
Two cloths, white as snow, on the table, For the Supper of Christ has place; The light shines soft o’er the chalice, And illumines the pastor’s face, But the heart that bled on Calvary Beats now in the “holy place.”
On a simple plate on the table Are the squares of unleavened bread, A type of the “broken body,” While the wine in the cup is red; And above these solemn symbols, The pastor bows his head.
O words of the olden Thursday That Jesus spoke to us then! Ye bring us the Friday’s victim, Slain for the sins of men. He died, but he lives forever, Never to die again.
The broken bread is partaken As a symbol of the divine. These emblems, rich in their meaning, With our holiest hopes entwine; For the body and blood of Jesus, Are shown by the bread and wine.
They drink of the “living fountain,” They feed on the “living bread;” They know, by the world’s Redeemer Must the hungry of earth be fed. Then leave the place of communion, With hushed and reverent tread.
O love that shall last forever! Stronger than death or pain, We’ll treasure these sacred emblems Till thou shalt come again; And ever shall they remind us, Of the Christ on Calvary slain.
And ever in our bosoms Does the glorious prospect shine Of a crown, and a home in heaven, Through the blood of the divine; And the body and blood of Jesus, Are shown by the bread and wine. Sweet hope, that shall last forever, Of life through the Son of God; We would daily follow his footsteps, And walk in the path he trod. And the bread is the broken body, And the crimson wine is the blood.
Moline, Ill.