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HOW bright those glorious spirits shine,
Whence all their white array ?

How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?

Lo, these are they from sufferings great
Who came to realms of light;

And in the Blood of Christ have washed
Those robes which shine so bright.

Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the Throne on high,
And serve the God they love amidst
The glories of the sky.

Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray;

God is their Sun, Whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.

The Lamb, Who dwells amidst the throne,
Shall o'er them still preside,

Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

To pastures green He'll lead His flock,

Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye

Shall wipe off every tear.

YE Saints

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in blest communion

With Christ the fount of love!

Ye who on earth are toiling,
And ye who rest above:
Unite to sing His praises,
And glorify His grace,
Your blessedness beholding,
The brightness of His face.

For you in all your gladness
We bless and praise the Lord;
To us in all our sadness

Your tenderness accord;

Till all, in Christ united,

Are safe around the throne, His Saints in their communion Complete in Him alone.

For all Thy Saints in Heaven,
For all Thy Saints on earth,

Elect in one communion,

One in their second birth,

We praise Thee, Blessed Saviour! And pray for grace that we May come to joys prepared Unspeakable in Thee.

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MY God, and is Thy Table spread,
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all Thy sweetness know.

Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

Why are its bounties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for us the victim slain?
Are we forbid the children's bread?

O let Thy Table honoured be
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes!

Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared,

With hearts inflamed let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

Revive Thy dying churches, Lord,
And bid our drooping graces live;
And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.

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FORGIVE, O Lord, our wanderings past,
Henceforth we would obey Thy call;

Our sins far from us may we cast,
And turn to Thee devoutly all:
Then with Archangels we shall sing
High praise to Heaven's Eternal King.

Hear us, O Lord, in mercy hear;
With sorrow we our guilt deplore:
Pity our grief, and calm our fear,

And give us grace to sin no more:
Then with Archangels we shall sing
High praise to Heaven's Eternal King.

While at Thy Table, Lord, we kneel,
And of Thy holy Rite partake;
Our pardon there vouchsafe to seal,
For Jesus our Redeemer's sake:
Then with Archangels we shall sing
High praise to Heaven's Eternal King.

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BREAD of Heaven! on Thee we feed ;

To the soul 'tis meat indeed :

Ever let our souls be fed

With this true and living bread.

Rock of Heaven! Thy vital stream
Drink indeed may we esteem !

He, to whom these waters flow,

Thirst and drought no more shall know.

Lamb of God! we lift our eyes

To Thy perfect Sacrifice:

Lord, Thy wounds our healing give;
To Thy Cross we look and live.

Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of Him who died,
Lord, our daily drink and food.
Be Thy Body and Thy Blood!