The Psalms of David ‎#H70

H70. At thy command, our dearest Lord

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 ev'ry guest.

2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that dy'd;
We hope for heav'nly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucify'd.

3 Let the vain world pronounce its 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.

Text Information

• First Line: At thy command, our dearest Lord
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1789
• Topic: Lord's Supper: Not ashamed of Christ Crucified
• Notes: Public Domain.

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