329. My God, and is thy table spread
L.M.
Rockingham (Miller):
Adapted by Edward Miller, 1790
Philip Doddridge, 1755;
cento.
My God, and is thy table spread, And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them thy sweet mercies know. | 301 Hail! sacred Feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of his Flesh and Blood: Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food. | O let thy table honored be, And furnished well with joyful guests: And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. | Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord, In countless numbers let them come; And gather from their Father's board The Bread that lives beyond the tomb. | Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run; Till with this Bread all men be blest, Who see the light or feel the sun. | |