1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
How heav'nly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace.
2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;
There Jesus says, that I am his,
And my Beloved's mine.
3 Here, (says the kind, redeeming Lord,
And shews his wounded side)
See here the spring of all your joys
That open'd when I dy'd.
4 To him that wash'd us in his blood,
Be everlasting praise,
Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.
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First Line: | Lord, how divine thy comforts are |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper: Pardon sealed |