CDLXXI | A Selection of Hymns#CDLXXII | CDLXXIII |
1 What heavenly 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 Savior! 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 shining breast,
I own those wounds and I adore,
Lo, he prepares a royal feast,
Sweet fruit of the sharp pangs he bore.
4 Whence flow these favors so divine!
Lord! why so lavish of thy blood?
Why for such earthly souls as mine!
This heavenly wine, 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 guests as we.
6 Then let us taste the Savior's love;
Come, faith, and feed upon the Lord;
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannahs crown the board.
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First Line: | What heavenly Man, or lovely God |
Title: | A preparatory thought for the Lord's Supper |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | The Lord's Supper; Preparatory thoughts for the Lords supper |
Source: | Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems |