I am come into my garden, the place of fellowship My sister, my spouse: O Church. I have gathered my myrrh, the residue of resurrection With my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb, in the presence of friends With my honey; I have drunk my wine at the supper With my milk: Eat, O friends; enjoy the body broken, Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved, The cup that represents blood poured out For many.
Song 5.1 |On the Supper
