Lord, to your table now
We come with grateful hearts,
And in your presence humbly bow
To take what grace imparts.
Your body, seen in bread,
Broken to pay our debt.
That I might live, you died instead,
Lord, let me not forget.
And when the devil's lies
From my despair I lift my eyes
Your blood stained crown to see.
We drink the sign of blood
Shed to relieve our loss.
Mercy now pours, an endless flood,
To all saved through the cross.
This mercy found my soul:
So now, in thankful praise,
With zeal and love, it is my role
To serve you all my days.
James Hughes (June 2016)
Tune - Bod Alwyn - D Jenkins (1848 - 1915) or Marilyn by James Hughes