Hymnal: The Psalms of David #III.XXIII (1766) Lyrics: 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. Topics: Grace and Glory by the Death of Christ Languages: English
Sitting around our Father's Board