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Union Hymn.
Written for the Young Men's Baptist Social Union, September 1895, and adopted as the
Hail! happy scene of feast and song!
How sweet the minutes roll,
When heart to beating heart responds,
And soul to kindred soul.
Love rules the hour, true Christian love,
A force divinely given,
The foretaste of immortal bliss,
The antepast of heaven.
How sweet the minutes roll,
When heart to beating heart responds,
And soul to kindred soul.
Love rules the hour, true Christian love,
A force divinely given,
The foretaste of immortal bliss,
The antepast of heaven.
And who shall be our honored guest,
With grace to crown the board,
Who, sit, the Master of the feast,
Who, but our glorious Lord?
Bring near, with joy, the costly vase,
And break it,—'tis but meet,—
And pour the precious ointment forth,
To bathe His sacred feet.
With grace to crown the board,
Who, sit, the Master of the feast,
Who, but our glorious Lord?
Bring near, with joy, the costly vase,
And break it,—'tis but meet,—
And pour the precious ointment forth,
To bathe His sacred feet.
Thus the rich banquet, fitly spread,
Shall prove a feast indeed;
And living bread from His own hand
Our waiting souls shall feed;
The King of kings and Lord of lords
No royal gift shall spare,
And manna, of our earthly board,
Be changed to angels' fare.
Shall prove a feast indeed;
And living bread from His own hand
Our waiting souls shall feed;
The King of kings and Lord of lords
No royal gift shall spare,
And manna, of our earthly board,
Be changed to angels' fare.
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