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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 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
and fling their scandals on his cause;
we come to boast our Savior's name,
and make our triumph in his cross.
3 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.
Source: Rejoice in the Lord #542
First Line: | At Thy command, our dearest Lord |
Title: | Glory in the Cross; or, Not Ashamed of Christ Crucified |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |