How are Thy glo­ries here dis­played!
Great God, how bright they shine,
While at Thy word we break the bread,
And pour the flow­ing wine.

Here Thy re­veng­ing jus­tice stands,
And pleads its dread­ful cause;
Here sav­ing mer­cy spreads her hands
Like Je­sus on the cross.

Thy saints at­tend with eve­ry grace
On this great sac­ri­fice;
And love app­ears with cheer­ful face,
And faith with fix­èd eyes.

Our hope in wait­ing pos­ture sits,
To Heav’n di­rects her sight;
Here ev­ery warm­er pas­sion meets,
And warm­er pow­ers unite.

Zeal and re­venge per­form their part,
And ris­ing sin de­stroy;
Repentance comes with ach­ing heart,
Yet not for­bids the joy.

Dear Sav­ior, change our faith to sight;
Let sin for ev­er die;
Then shall our souls be all de­light,
And ev­ery tear be dry.