1 The King of heav'n a feast has made
And to his much lov'd friends,
The faint, the famish'd, and the sad,
His invitation sends.
2 Lo, at thy gracious bidding, Lord,
Tho' vile and base we come,
O, speak the reconciling word,
And welcome wand'rers home.
3 Impart to all thy flock below
The blessings of thy death:
On ev'ry mourning soul bestow
Thy love, thy hope, thy faith.
4 May each, with strength from heav'n end'd
Say, "My beloved's mine;
"I eat his flesh, and drink his blood,
"In signs of bread and wine."
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First Line: | The King of heav'n a feast has made |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper: Invitation |
Notes: | Public Domain. |