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.]