Hymn number 669

JESUS our Lord invites us here
To this triumphal feast;
And brings immortal blessings down
For each believing guest.

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The Lord! how glorious is His face!
How kind His smiles appear;
And O, what melting words He says
To every humble ear:

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‘For you, the children of My love,
It was for you I died;
Behold My hands, behold My feet,
And look upon My side . . .

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‘These are the wounds for you I bore,
The proof of all My pains
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains.’

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Atoning Lord, what can we pay
For favours so divine?
We would devote our hearts away
To be for ever Thine.