Twas His Own Love That Made Him Bleed

‘Twas his own love that made him bleed,
That nail’d him to the cursed tree;
‘Twas his own love this table spread
For such unworthy guests as we.

Then let us taste the Saviour’s love;
Come, faith, and feed upon the Lord;
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet Hosannahs crown the board.