Hymns - Lord at Thy Table I Behold - Текст песни

1. Lord, at Thy Table I Behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place;

2. I that was all defiled in sin,
A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified His Son
And trampled on His blood.

3. What strange, surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Savior takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4. "Eat, O my friends!" the Savior cries,
"The feast was made for you;
For you I groaned, and bled and died,
And rose, and triumphed too."

5. With trembling faith and bleeding hearts,
Lord, we accept thy love;
'Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above?

6. Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n,
Join all your praising pow'rs;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Savior is like ours.

7. Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee;
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.