A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#CLXXVI

CLXXVI. Lord, at thy Table I behold

1 Lord, at thy Table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place.

2 (I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God.
I that have crucify'd his Son,
And trampled on his blood.)

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries,
The Feast was made for you;
For you I groan'd, and bled, and dy'd,
And rose, and triumph'd too.

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord we accept thy love
'Tis a rich Banquet I have had,
What will it be above.

6 Ye saints below, and Hosts of Heav'n,
Join all your praising pow'rs:
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee,
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, at thy Table I behold
• Author: Dr. J. Stennett
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Lord's Supper
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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