Classic Poem

HYMN IV.

Behold the king of glory sits
At table with his guests:
Welcomes them all with gracious smiles,
Them all with dainties feasts.

No common food he here presents,
No common drink provides:
For meat he gives his flesh; for wine
The spear his heart divides.

Lord, give us faith to raise our thoughts
Beyond the views of sense:
Teach us thy myst'ries to discern,
And draw new joys from thence.

Let's know thy wounded body fell
An offering for our guilt;
Let's know, to wash us from our sins,
Thy heart's pure blood was spilt.

So shall our minds and voices join
In sacred harmony,
To celebrate thy grace, and sing
Hallelujah to thee.