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THE TABLE OF SHEWBREAD,
(OR, HEBREW, BREAD OF FACES.)
May gifts of mine encounter that dread Face?And will the holy eye of God endure
My faulty service and account it pure?
Yes, if my life and ordered works I place
Upon the golden Table of His grace:
Once laid in faith on that foundation sure,
Of God's approving smile they are secure—
The building precious for its glorious base.
Lord, I would bring Thee not the casual ears
Of faint desires, but the compacted bread
Of loving labour, godly toils and tears,
Of consecrated heart and hand and head:
Thus would I live as in Thy presence, Lord,
Thy presence my “exceeding great reward.”
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