Classic Poem

HYMN XVI.

How sweet, how charming is the place,
With God's bright presence crown'd!
Happy his children, who his board
As olive-plants surround.

Eat of this feast, says he, my friends,
Who to my courts repair;
Come, dearest children, freely drink
The wine which I prepare.

L ORD , we accept thy bounteous treat,
With wonder, joy, and love:
O may we in thy house have place,
And never thence remove!

Here may our faith still on thee feed,
The only food divine;
To faith thy flesh is meat indeed,
Thy blood the noblest wine:

Thy blood, that purifying juice,
To cleanse our souls design'd;
To heal a sinner's bleeding heart,
And chear his drooping mind.

Here we are glad to view thy love,
Thro figures, and in part;
But how much greater joy will't be
To see thee as thou art!