1 'Twas his own love that made him bleed,
That nail'd him to the cursed tree;
'Twas his own love this table spread
For such unworthy guests as we.
2 Then let us taste the Saviour's love;
Come, faith, and feed upon the Lord;
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet Hosannahs crown the board.
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First Line: | 'Twas his own love that made him bleed |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper: The Love of Christ |