The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Lord, we approach thy throne,

Lord, we approach thy throne,
   To thee thank-offerings bring;
For in thy temple every one
   Should of thy glory sing.

There thou art pleas'd to dwell,;
   And there thy beauty shines
There to thy fav'ritcs thou dost tell
   Thy greet, thy good designs.

Thy table they draw near,
   To which thy calls invite;
They find the bes't of dainties there,
   And there to dwell delight.

Thy flesh is meat indeed,
   Thy blood the richest wine;
How blest are they who often feed
   On this repast of thine

While by our sins to thee
   We fill'd a bitter cup,
Thou mad'st this noble treat, that we
   Might at thy table sup.

May joy, with humble fear,
   A true devotion raise
In all who are assembled here,
   To celebrate thy praise.

So while thy courts resound
   With longs, we shall confess
That no such pleasure's to be found
   I'th' tents of wickedness.

And if such feasts as this
   Yield so much sweet below,
What joys swim in those floods of bliss,
   Which at thy right hand flow?

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