1 My God, and is Thy table spread?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them Thy sweet mercies know.
2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood:
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
3 O let Thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests:
And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes.
4 Drawn by Thy quickening grace, O Lord,
In countless numbers let them come;
And gather from their Father's board
The bread that lives beyond the tomb.
5 Nor let Thy spreading Gospel rest,
Till through the world Thy truth has run;
Till with this bread all men be blest,
Who see the light or feel the sun.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My God, and is Thy table spread |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The Sacraments: The Lord's Supper |
Notes: | first rank hymn |