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Here at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine;
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.
He that prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.
Here peace and pardon sweetly flow;
O what delightful food;
We eat the bread, and drink the wine,
But think on nobler good.
The bitter torments he endured,
Upon th' accursed tree,
For me, each welcome guest may say,
'Twas all procured for me.
Sure there was never love so free,
Dear Saviour, so divine:
Well thou may'st claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine!
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 6:53-56;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
Name:
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ST. MAGNUS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1707
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 393 | No key | | # 58 | A | | # 141 | A | | # 730 | A | | # 301 | A | | # 301 | A | | # 126 | Ab | | # 2 | Ab | | # 2 | Ab | | # 751 | Ab | | # 220 | G | | # 531 | G | | # 192 | G | | # 206 | G | | # 209 | G | | # 579 | G | | # 72 | G | | # 244 | G | | # 17 | G | | # 269 | G | | # 815 | No key | | # 40 | No key |
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