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THE LORD'S SUPPER
From the lips of Christ this goblet comes
That here you tender me,
From the lips whose summons woke the dead
In ancient Bethany.
That here you tender me,
From the lips whose summons woke the dead
In ancient Bethany.
The lips whose music thrills the world
With high beatitudes;
The lips that gave command to feed
The hungering multitudes.
With high beatitudes;
The lips that gave command to feed
The hungering multitudes.
Oh! bitter was the draught to him,
On the chill verge of death,
Who at the banquet gave this pledge
Of love surpassing faith.
On the chill verge of death,
Who at the banquet gave this pledge
Of love surpassing faith.
Put far from me the stains of earth,
My heart in twain be riven
For him who through the centuries saith,
“Thy sins be all forgiven.”
My heart in twain be riven
For him who through the centuries saith,
“Thy sins be all forgiven.”
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