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THE EORD’S SUPPER.
6 Shout and proclaim the Saviour’s love,
Ye saints that taste his wine,
Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud hosannas join.
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After the Hupper.
1 I ET us adore th’ Eternal Word,
L* ’Tis he our souls hath fed ;
Thou art the living stream, O Eord,
And thou the immortal bread.
2 The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above,
Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.
3 Bless’d be the Lord that gives his flesh
To nourish dying men,
And often spreads his table fresh,
Lest we should faint again.
4 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath
While Jesus finds supplies ;
Nor shall our graces sink to death.
For Jesus never dies.
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Itefore or after supper.
I JESUS invites his saints,
To meet around his board:
Here pardoned rebels sit and hold
Communion with their Lord.
3 For food he gives his flesh
He bids us drink his blood ;
Amazing favor, matchless grace
Of our descending God !
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