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2 His body broken in our stead Is here in this memorial bread, And so our feeble love is fed
Until He come.
3 The streams of His dread agony, His life-blood shed for us, we see; The wine shall tell the mystery
Until He come.
4 And thus that dark betrayal night With the last advent we unite |
By one blest chain of loving rite Until He come:
5 Until the trump of God be heard, Until the ancient graves be stirred, And, with the great commanding wora
The Lord shall come.
6 O bless&d hope! with this elate Let not your hearts be desolate, But, strong in faith, in patience wait
Until He come.
George Rawson, 185J |
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2 His example while beholding,
May our lives His image bear;
Him our Lord and Master calling,
His commands may we revere. |
3 Love to God and man displaying, Walking steadfast in His way, Joy attend us in believing,
Peace from God, through endless day.
Rev. John Rowe, 1806 |
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