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I have found life's Giver, and the
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| 1. | I have found life's Giver, and the |
| | Prince of Life; |
| | He has quenched my thirst, and |
| | vanquished all my strife. |
| | He, my living bread, became my daily |
| | meat; |
| | Death has died in me, Life's triumph is |
| | complete. |
| 2. | In the Church, what glory! Far horizons |
| | glow! |
| | And His Name all radiant on each brow |
| | doth show. |
| | Christ doth breathe upon her, He's her |
| | living Rock, |
| | Shepherd of His sheep all gathered in |
| | one flock. |
| 3. | There on holy flame doth burn within |
| | each breast; |
| | By one blood redeemed, in Christ they |
| | find their rest. |
| | All their thirst He quenches from on |
| | living stream; |
| | They in adoration lowly worship Him. |
| 4. | There as Bread of life faint souls He |
| | ever feeds; |
| | There each hungry soul may take |
| | whate'er he needs. |
| | Lovingly He draws each soul that truly |
| | lives, |
| | And in bread and wine Himself to them |
| | He gives. |
| 5. | Gone is all the earth-taint thru |
| | abounding grace; |
| | Hear the song of triumph from the |
| | ransomed race. |
| | All in glory shining, glory not their |
| | own, |
| | Blended into oneness, they approach |
| | the throne. |