At His Table

Moved by Thy Spirit, Lord, O, how I hunger after righteousness! I see the table that Thy grace has furnished me. And drawing near in sweet communion with Thy saints, Together lay the mountain of our sins beneath the Cross, take hold of Thee And taste Thy goodness.  What wondrous love is this, my God, That Thou hast given Thy Son, for me, unworthy sinner that I am – His body broken and His precious blood poured forth in agony In that accursed death upon the cross.  O perfect sacrificial...