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The bread and wine are spread
upon the board,
The guests are here,
invited by the Lord;
Why come they thus,
why tarry for a space?
But for Thy presence,
O Thou King of grace
Hush, O our hearts,
as in the sacred name
We bow in worship
and the promise claim—
Where two or three
are gathered there am I,
Unseen, yet present
to faith’s opened eye.
Here in our midst art Thou,
O risen Lord;
Worthy, O Lamb once slain,
to be adored;
Here in our midst
to lead Thy people’s praise,
And incense sweet
unto the Father raise.
We do remember Thee,
as Thou has said,
And think upon Thee
as we break the bread,
Recall Thy dying love,
Thy cross and shame,
Drinking the cup
of blessing in Thy name.
Thus do we show the death
of our dear Lord,
While in our heart
His love is shed abroad;
So is faith quickened
for the conflict here,
Till in a little while
He shall appear.
Only a little while
we pilgrims stay
To spread the table
on our desert way;
Soon will He come,
and coming, take us home,
Amen, e’en so,
Lord Jesus quickly come.
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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Name:
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MORECAMBE
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10 10 10 10
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 249 | C | | # 524 | C | | # 688 | C | | # 448 | C |
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