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When on Thy table, Lord, we gaze,
We marvel at the signs:
A loaf of bread, a cup of wine,
Displayed as God designs.
The loaf portrays the bread of life
As heav’nly food to us,
Imparted by Thy mystic death
That we may share Thee thus.
The portion is the cup divine,
Composed of Jesus’ blood;
This cup of blessing we receive
And gain what is of God.
We eat of Thee, the Bread of life,
By sharing here this bread;
Thus we remember Thee in love
And with Thyself are fed.
We all enjoy the blessings gained
By drinking of this cup;
Thus we remember Thee with joy,
Till we are taken up.
By feasting on this bread and cup
Thy death we now declare,
And testify Thou art our life
And all we daily share.
We’re waiting for that glorious hour,
When in the fullest way
We’ll feed on Thee and feast with Thee
And worship Thee for aye.
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