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The Lord’s Supper. Prov. 9. 1-5; Luke. 22. 19

J. Hart        C.M.

1
The King of heaven a feast has made,
 And to his much-loved friends,
 The faint, the famished, and the sad,
 This invitation sends:

2
“Beggars, approach my royal board,
 Furnished with all that’s good;
 Come, sit at table with your Lord,
 And eat celestial food.

3
“My body and my blood receive,
 It comes entirely free;
 I ask no price for all I give,
 But O remember Me!”

4
Lo, at thy gracious bidding, Lord,
 Though vile and base, we come;
 O speak the reconciling word,
 And welcome wanderers home.

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[Rich wine, and milk, and heavenly meat,
 We come to buy and live;
 Since nothing is the price that’s set,
 And we have nought to give.]

6
Impart to all thy flock below
 The blessings of thy death.
 On every begging soul bestow
 Thy love, thy hope, thy faith.

7
May each, with strength from heaven endued,
 Say, “My Beloved’s mine:
 I eat his flesh, and drink his blood,
 In signs of bread and wine.”