Thanks for being a Hymnary.org user. You are one of more than 10 million people from 200-plus countries around the world who have benefitted from the Hymnary website in 2024! If you feel moved to support our work today with a gift of any amount and a word of encouragement, we would be grateful.

You can donate online at our secure giving site.

Or, if you'd like to make a gift by check, please make it out to CCEL and mail it to:
Christian Classics Ethereal Library, 3201 Burton Street SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546
And may the promise of Advent be yours this day and always.

Click here to donate to Hymnary.org I have already donated. Please don't show this to me again
Text:Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
Author:Dr. Watts

CLXXXIX. Lord, how divine thy comforts are!

1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
How heav'nly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;
There Jesus says "that I am his,
"And my beloved's mine."

3 "Here (says the kind redeeming Lord,
"And shews his wounded side)
"See here the spring of all your joys,
That open'd when I dy'd"

4 He smiles and chears my mournful heart
And tells of all his pain,
'All this (says he) I bore for thee,"
And then he smiles again.

5 What shall we pay our Heav'nly King
For grace so vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes
And seals it with a kiss.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
Author: Dr. Watts
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Topic: Lord's Supper
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Suggestions or corrections? Contact us
It looks like you are using an ad-blocker. Ad revenue helps keep us running. Please consider white-listing Hymnary.org or getting Hymnary Pro to eliminate ads entirely and help support Hymnary.org.