1 At this thy banquet, Lord of all,
May less than angel dare to sup?
The crumbs that from thy table fall,
Unworthy we to gather up.
2 Yet, oh! too poor to turn away,
Too glad to own thy gracious claim,
We stay because thou bid'st us stay,
Despite our garb of want and shame.
3 Before thine altar kneeling low,
We bare our sinful hands to thine;
O holy Lord! thy pity show,
And cleanse us with thy touch divine.
4 Fill thou these empty palms with food--
The bread thou broughtest from above,
This cup with thy most precious blood--
The wine of thy atoning love.
5 The hunger and the thirst we plead,
No meaner feast could satisfy:
O Saviour! in our utter need,
Thou, thou must feed us, or we die.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #491
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymns of the Higher Life #186||At this thy banquet, Lord of all||At this thy banquet, Lord of all||Harriet McEwen Kimball||1868|
|The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #491||At this thy banquet, Lord of all||At this thy banquet, Lord of all||Kimball||L. M.||1873||The Christian Church | The Lord's Supper; The Blessed Feast ||