1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
How heavenly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!
2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;
There Jesus says, that |I am his,
|And my Beloved's mine.|
3 |Here,| (says the kind redeeming Lord,
And shews his wounded side)
|See here the spring of all your joys,
|That open'd when I dy'd.|
4 [He smiles and cheers my mournful heart
And tells of all his pain,
|All this,| says he, |I bore for thee;|
And then he smiles again.]
5 What shall we pay our heavenly King
For grace so vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.
6 [Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad,
Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.]
7 [To him that wash'd us in his blood
Be everlasting praise,
Salvation, honour, glory, power,
Eternal as his days.]