Hymn 3:23 [Sitting Around Our Father’s Board] by Isaac Watts

Grace and glory by the death of Christ.

[Sitting around our Father’s board
We raise our tuneful breath;
Our faith beholds her dying Lord,
And dooms our sins to death.]

We see the blood of Jesus shed,
Whence all our pardons rise;
The sinner views th’ atonement made,
And loves the sacrifice.

Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross
Procure us heavenly crowns;
Our highest gain springs from thy loss,
Our healing from thy wounds.

O ’tis impossible that we,
Who dwell in feeble clay,
Should equal sufferings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.

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