Scripture Verse

Come and dine. John 21:12


Joseph Stennett

Words: Jo­seph Sten­nett (1663–1713). This hymn is not in Sten­nett’s Works, but ap­pears in Rippon’s 1787 Bap­tist Se­lec­tion, at­trib­ut­ed to Sten­nett. Ju­li­an states it was prob­ab­ly sup­plied to Rip­pon by Sten­nett’s grand­son Sam­u­el.

Music: Downs Lo­well Ma­son, 1832 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lowell Mason


Lord, at Thy table I behold
The wonders of Thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place.

I, that am all defiled with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I, that have crucified His Son,
And trampled on His blood.

What strange, surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Savior takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

Eat, O My friends, the Savior cries,
The feast was made for you;
For you I groaned, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumphed, too.

With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord, we accept Thy love;
’Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above?

Ye saints below, and hosts of Heaven,
Join all your praising powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Savior is like ours.

Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I’d give them all to Thee;
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.