The Book of Worship ‎#162

162. A Sacramental Hymn

1 Lord, at Thy table I behold
The riches of Thy grace;
But wonder, most of all, that I
Should find a welcome place:

2 I that am all defiled with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified 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, oh my friends," the Saviour cries,
"The feast was made for you;
For you I groaned, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumphed 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 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
• Title: A Sacramental Hymn
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: The Lord's Supper

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