1. Lord, at Thy Table I Behold The wonders of thy grace; But most of all admire that I Should find a welcome place; 2. I that was all defiled in sin, A rebel to my God; I that have crucified His Son And trampled on His blood. 3. What strange, surprising grace is this, That such a soul has room! My Savior takes me by the hand, My Jesus bids me come. 4. "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." 5. With trembling faith and bleeding hearts, Lord, we accept thy love; 'Tis a rich banquet we have had, What will it be above? 6. Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n, Join all your praising pow'rs; No theme is like redeeming love, No Savior is like ours. 7. 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.