The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

How sweet, how charming is the place

How sweet, how charming is the place,
   With Gods bright presence crown'd!
Happy his children, who his board
   As olive-plants surround.

Eat of this feast, says he, my friends,
   Who to my courts repair
Come, dearest children, freely drink
   The wine which I prepare.

LORD, we accept thy bounteous treat,
   With wonder, joy, and love:
O may we in thy house have place,
   And never thence remove!

Here may our faith still on thee feed,
   The only food divine;
To faith thy flesh is meat indeed,
   Thy blood the noblest wine:

Thy blood, that purifying juice,
   To cleanse our soul design'd;
To heal a sinners bleeding heart,
   And chear his drooping mind.

Here we are glad to view thy love,
   Thro figures, and in part;
But how much greater joy will't bc
   To see the as thou art!

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