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Text: | My Flesh is Meat indeed |
Author: | Dr. S. Stennett |
1 Here at thy table, Lord, we meet
To feed on food divine;
Thy Body is the bread we eat,
The 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 | |
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First Line: | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet |
Title: | My Flesh is Meat indeed |
Author: | Dr. S. Stennett |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Lord's Supper |