The Psalms of David ‎#III.XXIII

III.XXIII. Sitting around our Father's Board

1 Sitting around our Father's Board,
We raise our tuneful Breath;
Our Faith beholds her dying Lord,
And dooms our Sins to Death.

2 We see the Blood of Jesus shed,
When all our Pardons rise;
The Sinner views th' Atonement made,
And loves the Sacrifice.

3 Thy cruel Thorns, thy shameful Cross,
Procure us heav'nly Crowns;
Our highest Gain springs from thy Loss;
Our Healing from thy Wounds.

4 O 'tis impossible that we,
Who dwell in feeble Clay,
Should equal Suff'rings bear for Thee,
Or equal Thanks repay.

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• First Line: Sitting around our Father's Board
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Grace and Glory by the Death of Christ

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