A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#CXCIII

CXCIII. A bleeding Saviour

1 What mighty man or lovely God,
Comes marching downward from the skies
Array'd in garments roll'd in blood,
With joy and pity in his eyes?

2 The Lord! the Saviour! yes, 'tis he,
I know him by the smiles he wears;
Dear glorious man that dy'd for me,
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears!

3 Lom he reveals his shining breast;
I own those wounds, and I adore:
Lo, he prepares a royal feast,
Sweet fruit of those sharp pangs he bore.

4 Whence flow these favours so divine!
LORD! why so lavish of thy blood?
Why for such earthly souls as mine,
This heav'nly flesh, this sacred food.

5 'Twas his own love that made him bleed
That nail'd him to the cursed tree;
'Twas his own love the table spread,
For such unworthy worms as we.

6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love,
Come faith, and feed upon the Lord;
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannas crown'd the board.

Text Information

• First Line: What heavenly man, or lovely God
• Title: A bleeding Saviour
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Lord's Supper
• Source: Lyuric Poems

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