CDLXXII. A preparatory thought for the Lord's Supper

1 What heavenly man, or lovely God,
Comes marching downward from the skies,
Array'd in garments roll'd in blood,
With joy and pity in his eyes?

2 The Lord! the Savior! yes, 'tis he,
I know him by the smiles he wears;
Dear glorious Man that dy'd for me,
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears.

3 Lo, he reveals his shining breast,
I own those wounds and I adore,
Lo, he prepares a royal feast,
Sweet fruit of the sharp pangs he bore.

4 Whence flow these favors so divine!
Lord! why so lavish of thy blood?
Why for such earthly souls as mine!
This heavenly wine, this sacred food?

5 '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.

6 Then let us taste the Savior's love;
Come, faith, and feed upon the Lord;
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannahs crown the board.

Text Information
First Line: What heavenly Man, or lovely God
Title: A preparatory thought for the Lord's Supper
Author: Dr. Watts
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: The Lord's Supper; Preparatory thoughts for the Lords supper
Source: Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems
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