The Voice of Praise ‎#491

491. At this thy banquet, Lord of all

1 At this thy banquet, Lord of all,
May less than angel dare to sup?
The crumbs that from thy table fall,
Unworthy we to gather up.

2 Yet, oh! too poor to turn away,
Too glad to own thy gracious claim,
We stay because thou bid'st us stay,
Despite our garb of want and shame.

3 Before thine altar kneeling low,
We bare our sinful hands to thine;
O holy Lord! thy pity show,
And cleanse us with thy touch divine.

4 Fill thou these empty palms with food--
The bread thou broughtest from above,
This cup with thy most precious blood--
The wine of thy atoning love.

5 The hunger and the thirst we plead,
No meaner feast could satisfy:
O Saviour! in our utter need,
Thou, thou must feed us, or we die.

Text Information

• First Line: At this thy banquet, Lord of all
• Author: Kimball
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: The Christian Church: The Lord's Supper; The Blessed Feast

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