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442 We gather 'round your table, And I trust thou wilt save to the end. 2/7
God
Verse 1 Verse 3
O the infinite cares, And temptations, and snares
We gather 'round your table, God, expecting to Thy hand has conducted me through!
be fed; be present now as we celebrate in what O the blessings bestowed
we drink and eat. 1/6 By a bountiful God,
And the mercies eternally new! 3/7
Verse 2
The bread we break, the wine we drink, they Verse 4
help to make us think about the cruelty of the What a mercy is this,
cross which Jesus bore for us. 2/6 What a heaven of bliss,
How unspeakably happy am I;
Verse 3 Gathered into the fold,
Body and blood upon the tree O what a mystery! With thy people enrolled,
Not a dead Christ, but a living One With thy people to live and to die. 4/7
God's risen, living Son. 3/6
Verse 5
Verse 4 All honour and praise
Wisdom we seek to understand the workings of To the Father of grace,
your hand! Great God, these gifts of bread and To the Spirit, and Son, I return;
of wine they constitute a sign. 4/6 The business pursue
He had made me to do,
Verse 5 And rejoice that I ever was born. 5/7
This sign of grace which we receive is token of
your love, A timely message for all the earth for Verse 6
east, west north, and south. 5/6 In a rapture of joy
My life I employ
Verse 6 The God of my life to proclaim;
So we rejoice, the Spirit's here, the sacrament 'Tis worth living for, this,
we share. This simple meal is but a foretaste of To administer bliss
God's great heavenly feast. 6/6 And salvation in Jesus's name. 6/7
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443 Away With Our Fears Verse 7
Verse 1 My remnant of days
Away with our The glad morning appears I spend in his praise,
When an heir of salvation was born! Who died the whole world to redeem:
From Jehovah I came, Be they many or few,
For his glory I am, My days are his due,
And to him I with singing return. 1/7 And they all are devoted to him. 7/7
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Verse 2 444 O God of Love, to you we
I sing of thy grace, bow
From my earliest days
Ever near to allure and defend; Verse 1
Hither to thou hast been O God of Love, to you we bow,
My preserver from sin, And pray for these before you now,

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