1. [We sing th' amazing deeds
That grace divine performs;
Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds
To nourish dying worms.
2. This soul-reviving wine,
Dear Saviour, is thy blood;
We thank that sacred flesh of thine
For this immortal food.]
3. The banquet that we eat
Is made of heav'nly things;
Earth has no dainties half so sweet
As our Redeemer brings.
4. In vain had Adam sought
And searched his garden round;
For there was no such blessed fruit
In all that happy ground.
5. Th' angelic host above
Can never taste this food;
They feast upon their Maker's love,
But not a Saviour's blood.
6. On us th' almighty Lord
Bestows this matchless grace,
And meets us with some cheering word,
With pleasure in his face.
7. Come, all ye drooping saints,
And banquet with the King;
This wine will drown your sad complaints,
And tune your voice to sing--
8. Salvation to the name
Of our adored Christ!
Through the wide earth his grace proclaim,
His glory in the high'st.
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