
Author: Dr. J. Stennett Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CDLXXXII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, at thy table I behold Lyrics: 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 Savior takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.
4 "Eat, O my friends," the Savior cries,
"The feast was made for you:
"For you I groan'd, and bled, and died,
"And rose, and triumph'd too."
5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord,we accept thy love:
'Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above?
6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven,
Join all your praising powers:
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Savior 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
Shou'd join the harmony.
Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English
A sacramental hymn