1 Amidst us our Beloved stands,
and bids us view his pierced hands;
points to the wounded feet and side,
blest emblems of the Crucified.
2 What food luxurious loads the board,
when athis table sits the Lord!
The wine how rich, the bread how sweet,
when Jesus deigns the guests to meet!
3 If now, with eyes defiled and dim,
we see the signs, but see not him;
O may his love the scales displace,
and bid us see him face to face!
4 O glorious Bridegroom of our hearts,
your present smile a heav’n imparts!
O lift the veil, if veil there be,
let every saint your glory see!
|First Line:||Amidst us our Beloved stands|
|Title:||Amidst Us Our Beloved Stands|
|Author:||Charles H. Spurgeon (1866; Alt. 1990, mod.)|
|Arranger:||Lowell Mason (1824)|