DEAR Lord, thy table is outspread; What other could such feast afford? And thou art waiting at the head, But I am all unworthy, Lord; Yet do I hear thee say, -- (Was ever love so free?) Come hither, son, to-day And sit and sup with me. O master! I am full of doubt, My heart with sin and fear defiled; Come thou, and cast the tempter out, And make me as a little child; Methinks I hear thee say, -- Come thou, at once, and see What love can take away, And what confer on thee. My Lord! to thee I fain would go, Yet tarry now I know not why; Speak, if to tell what well I know, That none are half so vile as I. What do I hear thee say? -- Look, trembling one, and see These tokens, which to-day Tell what I did for thee. May, Lord! I could not here forget What thou didst for my ransom give; The garden prayer, the bloody sweat, All this and more, that I might live. I hear thee sadly say, -- If this remembered be, Why linger thus to-day? Why doubt and question me? Oh, love to angels all unknown! I turn from sin and self aside; Thou hast the idol self o'erthrown, I only see the Crucified; I only hear thee say, -- A feast is spread for thee On this and every day, If thou but follow me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH PSALM 19. THE FIRST SIX VERSES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MANY ARE CALLED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A POINT OF VIEW by LETITIA A. BRACE |