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264. Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet

1 Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet
To feed on food divine:
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.

2 He that prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.

3 Sure, there was never love so free,
Dear Saviour, so divine!
Well Thou may'st claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to Thine.

4 Yes, Thou shalt surely have my heart,
My soul, my strength, my all;
With life itself I'll freely part,
My Jesus, at Thy call.

Text Information
First Line: Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1870
Topic: Communion: at the Lord's Table; Lord's Supper; Means of Grace
Notes: Author from index: Stennett
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