1 At Thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend Thy dying feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns Thy board,
And Thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Our faith adorns Thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One that died;
We hope for heav’nly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.
3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on the cause;
We come to boast our Savior’s name,
And make our triumphs in His cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left His tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till He come.
|First Line:||At Thy command, our dearest Lord|
|Title:||At Thy Command, Our Dearest Lord|
|Source:||Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707-09, Book II|
|Composer:||Ignaz Josef Pleyel, 1757-1831|