1 Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet
To feed on food divine:
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.
2 He that prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.
3 Sure, there was never love so free,
Dear Saviour, so divine!
Well Thou may'st claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to Thine.
4 Yes, Thou shalt surely have my heart,
My soul, my strength, my all;
With life itself I'll freely part,
My Jesus, at Thy call.
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First Line: | Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Communion: at the Lord's Table; Lord's Supper; Means of Grace |
Notes: | Author from index: Stennett |