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THE LORD’S SUPPER.
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Welcome to the table.
1 'T'HIS is the feast of heavenly wine,
1 And God invites to sup ;
The juices of the living vine
Were pressed to fill the cup.
2 O bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed ;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.
3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls appear ;
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.
4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news
Then I may venture too.
5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.
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•Testis died for me.
I 'T'HE cross of Christ inspires my heart
1 To sing redeeming grace ;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer’s praise.
)h ! what can be compared to him
Who died upon the tree ?
This is my dear delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.
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