JESUS our Lord invites us here To this triumphal feast; And brings immortal blessings down For each believing guest.
The Lord! how glorious is His face! How kind His smiles appear; And O, what melting words He says To every humble ear:
‘For you, the children of My love, It was for you I died; Behold My hands, behold My feet, And look upon My side . . .
‘These are the wounds for you I bore, The proof of all My pains When I came down to free your souls From misery and chains.’
Atoning Lord, what can we pay For favours so divine? We would devote our hearts away To be for ever Thine.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748