A Sacramental Hymn › Representative Texts

1 Lord, at thy Table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place.

2 (I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God.
I that have crucify'd his Son,
And trampled on his blood.)

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries,
The Feast was made for you;
For you I groan'd, and bled, and dy'd,
And rose, and triumph'd too.

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord we accept thy love
'Tis a rich Banquet I have had,
What will it be above.

6 Ye saints below, and Hosts of Heav'n,
Join all your praising pow'rs:
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee,
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.


A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #CLXXVI

1 Lord, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place:

2 I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood.

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 'Eat, O my friends,' the Saviour cries,
'The feast was made for you;
For you I groan'd, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumph'd too.'

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord, we accept thy love:
'Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above!

6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven,
Join all your praising powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee:
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.

Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #524

1 Lord, at Thy table I behold
The riches of Thy grace;
But wonder, most of all, that I
Should find a welcome place:

2 I that am all defiled with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified His Son,
And trampled on His blood.

3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 "Eat, oh my friends," the Saviour cries,
"The feast was made for you;
For you I groaned, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumphed too."

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord, we accept Thy love:
'Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above!

6 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to Thee;
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.


The Book of Worship #162

1 Lord, at Thy table I behold
The wonders of Thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place.

2 I, that am all defiled with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I, that have crucified His Son,
And trampled on His blood.

3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Savior takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 Eat, O My friends, the Savior cries,
The feast was made for you;
For you I groaned, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumphed, too.

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord, we accept Thy love;
’Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above?

6 Ye saints below, and hosts of Heaven,
Join all your praising powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Savior is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I’d give them all to Thee;
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.

The Cyber Hymnal #11124

1 Lord, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place:

2 I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood.

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries,
The feast was made for you:
For you I groan'd, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumph'd too.

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding heart,
Lord, I accept thy love:
'Tis a rich banquet I have had,
What will it be above?

6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n,
Join all your praising powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee:
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Shou'd join the harmony.

8 To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
The God, whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #H72

1 Lord, at thy table we behold
The wonders of thy grace,
But most of all admire that we
Should find a welcome place,

2 We, who were all defiled with sin,
And rebels to our God,
We, who have crucified thy Son,
And trampled on his blood.

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That we, so lost, have room!
Jesus our weary souls invites,
And freely bids us come.

The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #1105