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Text: | For the Lord's Supper |
Author: | Hart |
1 Glory to God on high!
Our peace is made with heaven;
The Son of God came down to die,
That sin might be forgiven.
2 His precious blood was shed,
His body bruised for sin;
Remember this in eating bread,
And that in drinking wine.
3 Approach his royal board,
In his rich garments clad;
Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord,
And every heart be glad.
4 [The Father gives the Son;
The Son his flesh and blood;
The Spirit applies, and faith puts on,
The righteousness of God.]
5 Sinners the gift receive,
And each says, “I am chief;
Thou know’st, O Lord, I would believe;
O help my unbelief!”
6 Lord, help us from above;
The power is all thy own;
Faith is thy gift, and hope, and love,
For of ourselves we’ve none.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Glory to God on high |
Title: | For the Lord's Supper |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |