820. For the Lord's Supper

1 Glory to God on high!
Our peace is made with heaven;
The Son of God came down to die,
That sin might be forgiven.

2 His precious blood was shed,
His body bruised for sin;
Remember this in eating bread,
And that in drinking wine.

3 Approach his royal board,
In his rich garments clad;
Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord,
And every heart be glad.

4 [The Father gives the Son;
The Son his flesh and blood;
The Spirit applies, and faith puts on,
The righteousness of God.]

5 Sinners the gift receive,
And each says, “I am chief;
Thou know’st, O Lord, I would believe;
O help my unbelief!”

6 Lord, help us from above;
The power is all thy own;
Faith is thy gift, and hope, and love,
For of ourselves we’ve none.

Text Information
First Line: Glory to God on high
Title: For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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