A Choice Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XCVII

XCVII. What heave'nly Man, or lovely God

1 What heav'nly Man, or lovely God,
Comes marching downward from the skies?
Array'd in Garments roll'd in Blood,
With joy and pity in his Eyes.

2 The Lord! the Saviour! yes, 'tis he,
I know him by the Smiles he wears;
Dear glorious Man that dy'd for me,
Drench'd deep in Agonies and Tears.

3 Lo, he reveals his wounded Breast;
I own these Wounds, and I adore;
Lo! he prepares a royal Feast,
Sweet Fruit of those sharp Pangs he bore.

4 Whence flow these Favours so divine?
Lord! why so lavish of thy Blood?
Why for such earthly Souls as mine,
This heav'nly Flesh, this sacred Food?

5 'Twas his own Love that made him bleed,
That nail'd him to the cursed Tree;
'Twas his own Love, this Table spread
For such unworthy Worms as we.

6 Then let us taste the Saviour's Love;
Come Faith, and feed upon the Lord:
With glad consent our Lips shall move,
And sweet Hosannas crown the Board!

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• First Line: What heave'nly Man, or lovely God
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1774

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