Lord At Thy Table I Behold

Lord, At Thy Table I Behold
The Wonders Of Thy Grace;
But Most Of All Admire That I
Should Find A Welcome Place.

I, That Am All Defiled With Sin,
A Rebel To My God;
I, That Have Crucified His Son,
And Trampled On His Blood.

What Strange, Surprising Grace Is This,
That Such A Soul Has Room!
My Saviour Takes Me By The Hand,
My Jesus Bids Me Come.

Eat, O My Friends, The Saviour Cries,
The Feast Was Made For You;
For You I Groaned, And Bled, And Died,
And Rose, And Triumphed, Too.

With Trembling Faith, And Bleeding Hearts,
Lord, We Accept Thy Love;
’Tis A Rich Banquet We Have Had,
What Will It Be Above?

Ye Saints Below, And Hosts Of Heaven,
Join All Your Praising Powers;
No Theme Is Like Redeeming Love,
No Saviour Is Like Ours.

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.