S. M. Incomparable food; or, The flesh and blood of Christ. [We sing th' amazing deeds That grace divine performs; Th eternal God comes down and bleeds To nourish dying worms. This soul-reviving wine, Dear Savior, is thy blood; We thank that sacred flesh of thine For this immortal food.] The banquet that we eat Is made of heav'nly things; Earth has no dainties half so sweet As our Redeemer brings. In vain had Adam sought And searched his garden round; For there was no such blessed fruit In all that happy ground. Th' angelic host above Can never taste this food; They feast upon their Maker's love, But not a Savior's blood. On us th' almighty Lord Bestows this matchless grace, And meets us with some cheering word, With pleasure in his face. Come, all ye drooping saints, And banquet with the King; This wine will drown your sad complaints, And tune your voice to sing- Salvation to the name Of our adored Christ! Through the wide earth his grace proclaim, His glory in the high'st. |