1 [We sing th' amazing deeds
That grace divine performs;
Th' eternal God comes down, and bleeds
To nourish dying worms.
2 This soul-reviving wine,
Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood;
We thank that sacred flesh of thine
For this immortal food.]
3 The banquet that we eat
Is made of heav'nly things!
Earth has no dainties half so sweet
As our Redeemer brings.
4 In vain had Adam sought,
And search'd his garden round;
For there was no such blessed fruit
In all that happy ground.
5 Th' angelic host above
Can never taste this food;
They feast upon their Maker's love,
But not a Saviour's blood.
6 On us th' almighty Lord
Bestows this matchless grace,
And meets us with some cheering word,
With pleasure in his face.
7 Come all ye drooping saints,
And banquet with the King;
This wine will drown your sad complaints,
And tune your voice to sing.
8 Salvation to the name
Of our adored Christ:
Thro' the wide earth his grace proclaim,
His glory in the high'st.
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First Line: | We sing th' amazing deeds |
Title: | Incomparable food: or, the flesh and blood of Christ |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |