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THE LORD'S SUPPER.
For you I groaned, and bled, and died,
And rose and triumphed too.
5 With trembling faith and bleeding heart
Lord, we accept thy love ;
’Tis a rich banquet we have had ;
What will it be above !
6 Ye saints below and hosts of heaven,
Join all your praising powers ;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours !
~ Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I’d give them all to thee;
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.
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3fj/ flesh is meat indeed.
1 l_J ERE at thy table, Lord, we meet
A A To feed on food divine ;
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.
2 He that prepares the rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.
3 The bitter torments he endured
Upon the shameful cross,
For us, his welcome guests procured,
These heart-reviving joys.
5 His body torn with rudest hands,
Becomes the finest bread,
And with the blessings he commands
Our noblest hopes are fed.
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