419. At Thy command, our dearest Lord

1 AT Thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend Thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns the 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 heavenly 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 Saviour’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.

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First Line: At Thy command, our dearest Lord
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1893
Topic: Catechism: Lord's Supper
Notes: Now Public Domain. I. Watts.
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