Lord of our highest love!
Let now Thy peace be giv'n
Fix all our tho'ts on things above
Our hearts on Thee in heav'n
Then, dearest Lord, draw near
Whilst we Thy table spread
And crown the feast with heav'nly cheer
Thyself the living bread
Then as the loaf we break
Thine own rich blessing give
May all with loving hearts partake
And all new strength receive
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Dear Lord! what mem'ries crowd
Around the sacred cup!
The upper room! Gethsemane!
Thy foes! Thy lifting up!
O scenes of suff'ring love
Enough our souls to win
Enough to melt our hearts and prove
The antidote of sin
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