Gathered at Thy table, Lord

Gathered at Thy table

Lord;

Here the bread and wine are spread.

Thou

our High Priest

present here;

We

by Thee

are richly fed.

Thou

Lord

our Melchisedec—

We

the ones You come to feed;

God to us to minister

Rich supply to us indeed.

From the slaughter of the kings

Abram did return one night

O’er the foe victorious

With the spoils of the fight.

On the way this One he met

Who for him did intercede;

King of Righteousness and Peace

Meeting Abram in his need.

We too

Lord

the kings have fought

In the battle all day long;

By Thine intercession

Lord

We are now victorious

strong.

Round this table here we meet

We Thy church victorious

To enjoy the ministering

Of the processed God to us.

We’re not sinners

miserable;

All our sins are history!

Now to us

the fighters true

Is Thy priestly ministry.

Gathered in thanksgiving

Lord

Now our hearts to Thee we raise;

To our great Melchisedec

Render we our highest praise!