 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
AT MEALS.
Father, our eyes we lift to Thee,
And taste our daily bread:
'Tis now Thy open hand we see,
And on Thy bounty feed.
And taste our daily bread:
'Tis now Thy open hand we see,
And on Thy bounty feed.
'Tis now the meaner creatures join
Richly Thy grace to prove;
Fulfil Thy primitive design,
Enjoy'd by thankful love.
Richly Thy grace to prove;
Fulfil Thy primitive design,
Enjoy'd by thankful love.
Still, while our mouths are fill'd with good,
Our souls to Thee we raise;
Our souls partake of nobler food,
And banquet on Thy praise.
Our souls to Thee we raise;
Our souls partake of nobler food,
And banquet on Thy praise.
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Yet higher still our farthest aim;
To mingle with the blest,
To' attend the marriage of the Lamb,
And heaven's eternal feast.
To mingle with the blest,
To' attend the marriage of the Lamb,
And heaven's eternal feast.
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