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Harmony in von Tucher's Melody in Walter, 1525.
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Christ, who freed our souls from danger, And hath turned away God's anger, Suffered pains no tongue can teil, To redeem us from pains of hell.
2 That we never might forget it, Take my flesh, he said, and eat it, Hidden in this piece of bread, Drink my blood in this wine, he said.
3 Whoso to this board repaireth, Take good heed how he prepareth ; Death instead of life shall he Find, who cometh unworthily.
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4 Praise the Father, God in heav^n, Who such dainty food hath given, And for misdeeds thou hast done Gave to die his belovdd Son.
5 Trust God's Word ; it is intended For the sick who would be mended ; Those whose heavy-laden breast Groans with sin, and is seeking rest.
6 To such grace and mercy turneth Every soul that truly mourneth ; Else thou reapest an ill reward.
Come to me, and I will cheer ye ;"
Needless were the leech's skill To the souls that be strong and well.
8 Couldst thou earn thine own salvation, Useless were my death and passion Wilt thou thine own helper be ?
No meet table is this for thee.
If thou this believest truly, And confession makest duly, Thou a welcome guest art here, This rieh banquet thy soul shall cheer.
IG Sweet henceforth shall be thy labor, Thou shalt truly love thy neighbor So shall he both taste and ?ee What thy Saviour hath done in thee.