Father, We Wait to Feel Thy Grace

Verse 1

Father, we wait to feel thy grace,
To see thy glories shine;
The Lord will his own table bless,
And make the feast divine.

Verse 2

We touch, we taste the heavenly bread,
We drink the sacred Cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.

Verse 3

We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,
Dress’d in the garments of his Son,
And sprinkled with his blood.

Verse 4

We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.

Verse 5

[Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;
We love the memory of his Name,
More than the wine we taste.]