No gospel like this feast

No gospel like this feast Spread for us, Lord, by Thee; No prophets or evangelists Preach the glad news more free.

All our redemption cost, All our redemption won; All it has won for us, the lost, All it cost Thee, the Son.

Thine was the bitter price, Ours is the free gift given; Thine was the blood of sacrifice, Ours is the wine of heaven.

Here we would rest midway As on a sacred height; That darkest and that brightest day Meeting before our sight.

From that dark depth of woes Thy love for us has trod, We soar to heights of blest repose Thy love prepares with God.

Thus, from self's chains released, One sight alone we see, Still at the cross, while at this feast, We see Thee, only Thee!