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William Billings - Brookfield - текст песни (слова)

'Twas on that dark, that doleful night,
 When all the powers of hell rose
 Against the Son of God's delight,
 And friends betrayed him to his foes:
 
 Before the mournful scene began,
 He took the bread, and blessed, and brake:
 What love through all his actions ran!
 What wondrous words of grace he spake!
 
 "This is my body broke for sin;
 Receive and eat the living food:"
 Then took the cup and blessed the wine,--
 "'Tis the new covenant in my blood."
 
 "Do this," he said, "till time shall end,
 In memory of your dying Friend;
 Meet at my table, and record
 The love of your departed Lord."
 
 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate;
 We show thy death, we sing thy name,
 Till thou return, and we shall eat
 The marriage supper of the Lamb.   
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