AT THE LORD's TABLE

Come turn in hither, Saviour, King, While we engage our hearts to sing; Around thy table, Lord, we stand, And hope to meet in Canaan's land.

While we pursu'd the way of death, Thou didst redeem our guilty breath; When we pursu'd the way to hell, Thou turn'dst our feet to Zion's hill.

How often at this table, Lord, Didst thou to us thy love afford! Here thou hast gain'd our heart and hand, And made us one in social band.

Dear Lord, thy glories now display, O meet with us in this thy way! Display thy sorrows and thy death, That each may bow before thy feet.

Still nearer to thy bleeding heart May each arrive, and share a part; And while beneath thy cross we stand, Crown ev'ry soul for glory's land.