Hymn
We sing th' amazing Deeds
Words: Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748
[1 We sing th' amazing Deeds That Grace Divine performs, Th' Eternal God comes down and bleeds, To nourish dying Worms.
This Soul-reviving Wine, Dear Saviour, 'tis thy Blood; We thank that sacred flesh of thine For this immortal Food.]
The Banquet that we eat Is made of Heav'nly Things; Earth has no Dainties half so sweet As our Redeemer brings.
In vain had Adam sought, And search'd his Garden round, For there was no such blessed Fruit In all that happy Ground.
Th' Angelick Host above Can never taste this Food, They feast upon their Maker's Love, But not a Saviour's Blood.
On us th' Almighty Lord Bestows this matchless Grace, And meets us with some chearing Word, With Pleasure in his Face.
Come, all ye drooping Saints, And banquet with the King, This Wine will drown your sad Complaints, And tune your Voice to sing.
Salvation to the Name Of our adored Christ, Through the wide earth his Grace proclaim, His Glory in the High'st.
Public domain · as printed in The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.), 1766 · text courtesy of Hymnary.org. Wording may differ slightly from your hymn book.