Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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DAILY BREAD.
Dear Lord, I bless the token
Sealed with that solemn price,
I hail Thy body broken
In the one sacrifice;
For me in nameless anguish
Thy precious blood was shed,
And for Thy food I languish—
Be Thou my daily bread.
Sealed with that solemn price,
I hail Thy body broken
In the one sacrifice;
For me in nameless anguish
Thy precious blood was shed,
And for Thy food I languish—
Be Thou my daily bread.
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Dear Lord, I will remember
In hours of sunny Spring
And darkest life's December
The awful Offering:
For me Thy Side was riven,
And bowed the bruisèd Head,
To me the sins forgiven—
Be Thou my daily bread.
In hours of sunny Spring
And darkest life's December
The awful Offering:
For me Thy Side was riven,
And bowed the bruisèd Head,
To me the sins forgiven—
Be Thou my daily bread.
Dear Lord I starve and stumble,
Except on Thee the first,
I feed with spirit humble,
And satisfy my thirst;
For me in pain and sadness
That holy feast was spread
To bring me light and gladness—
Be Thou my daily bread.
Except on Thee the first,
I feed with spirit humble,
And satisfy my thirst;
For me in pain and sadness
That holy feast was spread
To bring me light and gladness—
Be Thou my daily bread.
Dear Lord, Thy death is token
That now henceforth must be
My sinful body broken,
My life outpoured for Thee;
But useless is my straining,
And idly am I led,
Unless with hope sustaining,
Thou art my daily bread.
That now henceforth must be
My sinful body broken,
My life outpoured for Thee;
But useless is my straining,
And idly am I led,
Unless with hope sustaining,
Thou art my daily bread.
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