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Song Lyrics
Another week with all its cares hath flown
Another day of rest and peace is here
Sweet day on which our wearied hearts are drawn
In holy fellowship to Jesus near
Jesus, our great High Priest, our Sacrifice
Our Passover, rich gift of love divine
With Thee we would into the holiest rise
Communing with Thee in the bread and wine
O what a feast ineffable is this
Thy table spread with more than angels' food!
Angels the highest never taste the bliss
The dear communion of Thy flesh and blood
May we as servants joy to do Thy will
As sons the honor of Thy house maintain
As soldiers stand prepared for conflict still
And count all suff'ring borne for Thee as gain
Words public domain
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