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Sweet feast of love divine! 'Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In mem'ry, Lord, of Thee. |
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Here every welcome guest Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn The secrets of Thy Father's breast, And all Thy grace discern. |
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Here conscience ends its strife, And faith delights to prove The sweetness of the Bread of Life, The fulness of Thy love. |
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That blood that flowed for sin In symbol here we see, And feel the blessed pledge within That we are loved of Thee. |
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O if this glimpse of love Is so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladd'ning smile to meet! |
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To see Thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear, And all Thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare. |