Hymn 3:20 [Lord, We Adore Thy Bounteous Hand] by Isaac Watts

The provisions for the table of our Lord; or, The
tree of life, and river of love.

Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand,
And sing the solemn feast
Where sweet celestial dainties stand
For every willing guest.

[The tree of life adorns the board
With rich immortal fruit,
And ne’er an angry flaming sword
To guard the passage to’t.

The cup stands crown’d with living juice;
The fountain flows above,
And runs down streaming for our use
In rivulets of love.]

The food’s prepar’d by heavenly art,
The pleasure’s well refin’d,
They spread new life thro’ every heart,
And cheer the drooping mind.

Shout and proclaim the Saviour’s love,
Ye saints that taste his wine,
Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud hosannas join.

A thousand glories to the God
That gives such joy as this;
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

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