Jesus, once for sinners slain,

Jesus, once for sinners slain,
From the dead was raised again,
And in heaven is now set down
With his Father in his throne.

There he reigns a King supreme;
We shall also reign with him;
Feeble souls, be not dismayed;
Trust in his almighty aid.

He has made an end of sin,
And his blood has washed us clean;
Fear not, he is ever near;
Now, e'en now, he's with us here.

Thus assembling, we, by faith,
Till he come, show forth his death;
Of his body bread's the sign,
And we drink his blood in wine.

Bread, thus broken, aptly shows
How his body God did bruise;
When the grape's rich blood we see,
Lord, we then remember thee.

Saints on earth, with saints above,
Celebrate his dying love,
And let every ransomed soul
Sound his praise from pole to pole.