Author: Dr. S. Stennett Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CDLXXXIII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed Lyrics: 1 Here at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine:
Thy body is the bread we eat,
The 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 The bitter torments he endur'd
Upon the shameful cross,
For us, his welcome guests, procur'd
These heart-reviving joys.
4 His body torn with rudest hands,
Becomes the finest bread;
And with the blessing he commands,
Our noblest hopes are fed.
5 His blood, that from each opening vein
In Purple torrents ran,
Hath fill'd this cup with gen'rous wine,
That cheers both God and man.
6 Sure there was never love so free,
Dear Savior, so divine!
Well thou may'st claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine.
7 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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