Text: | Glory to God on high |
1 Glory to God on high;
Our peace is made with heav'n;
The Son of god came down to die,
That sin might be forgiv'n.
2 His precious blood was shed,
His body bruis'd, for sin:
Remember this in eating bread,
And this in drinking wine.
3 Approach his royal board,
In his rich garments clad;
Join ev'ry tongue to praise the Lord;
And ev'ry heart be glad.
4 The Father gives the Son;
The Son his flesh and blood:
The Spir't applies, and faith puts on
The righteousness of God.
5 Sinners, the gift receive;
And each say, "I am chief:
"Thou know'st, O Lord, I would believe;
"Oh! help my unbelief."
6 Lord, help us from above:
The pow'r is all thy won,
Faith is thy gift, and hope, and love;
For of ourselves we've none.
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First Line: | Glory to God on high |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper: Thanksgiving |