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THE LORD'S SUPPER.
My flowing numbers soon would rise
To an immortal song.
I’d charm their harps and golden lyres,
In sweetest harmony,
And tell to all the heavenly choirs,
That Jesus died for me.
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T/ie provisions for the table of our T^ord, or the tree of
life and river of love.
1 T ORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,
1—< And sing the solemn feast,
Where sweet celestial dainties stand,
For every willing guest.
2 The cup stands crowned with living juice :
The fountain flows above,
And runs down streaming for our use,
In rivulets of love.
3 The food's prepared by heavenly art,
The pleasure's well refined ;
They spread new life through every heart.
And cheer the drooping mind.
4 Shout and proclaim the Saviour’s love,
Ye saints that taste his wine ;
Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud hosannas join.
5 A thousand glories to the God
Who gives such joy as this ;
Hosanna ! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.
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