The Psalms of David ‎#III.XVII

III.XVII. We sing th' amazing Deeds

[1 We sing th' amazing Deeds
That Grace Divine performs,
Th' Eternal God comes down and bleeds,
To nourish dying Worms.

2 This Soul-reviving Wine,
Dear Saviour, 'tis thy Blood;
We thank that sacred flesh of thine
For this immortal Food.]

3 The Banquet that we eat
Is made of Heav'nly Things;
Earth has no Dainties half so sweet
As our Redeemer brings.

4 In vain had Adam sought,
And search'd his Garden round,
For there was no such blessed Fruit
In all that happy Ground.

5 Th' Angelick Host above
Can never taste this Food,
They feast upon their Maker's Love,
But not a Saviour's Blood.

6 On us th' Almighty Lord
Bestows this matchless Grace,
And meets us with some chearing Word,
With Pleasure in his Face.

7 Come, all ye drooping Saints,
And banquet with the King,
This Wine will drown your sad Complaints,
And tune your Voice to sing.

8 Salvation to the Name
Of our adored Christ,
Through the wide earth his Grace proclaim,
His Glory in the High'st.

Text Information

• First Line: We sing th' amazing Deeds
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Flesh and Blood of Christ is our Food

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