Hymn CCXLII. Long Metre. Remembrance of Christ

"This do, in memory of your friend," Such was the Saviour's last request, Who all the pangs of death endur'd That we might live forever blest.

Yes, we'll record thy matchless love, Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends! Thy dying love the noblest praise Of long eternity transcends.

'Tis pleasure more than earth can give, Thy goodness through these veils to see; Thy table food celestial yields, And happy they who sit with thee.

But oh! what vast transporting joys Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire, When, join'd with the celestial train, Our grateful souls thy love admire!

When these vile bodies, all refin'd, Perfect and glorious as thy own, Unwearied shall our minds obey, And join in worship near thy throne.