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Upon thy table, Lord, we place
These symbols of our work and thine,
Life’s food won only by thy grace,
Who giv’st to all the bread and wine.
Within these simple things there lie
The height and depth of human life,
Our inward thought, our tears and toil,
Our hopes and fears, our joy and strife.
Accept them, Lord; from thee they come;
We take them humbly at thy hand:
These gifts of thine for higher use
We offer, as thou dost command.
All life is thine: O give us faith
To know thee in the broken bread,
And drink with thee the wine of life,
Thou Lord supreme of quick and dead.
To thee we come; refresh thou us
with food from thy most holy board,
Until the kingdoms of this world
Become the kingdom of the Lord.
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| 1994 | # 756 | | 1960 | # 249 | | 2000 | # 450 | | 1983 | # 429 | | 1983 | # 628 |
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