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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

Savior descend with pow'r divine

Savior descend with pow'r divine

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1 Savior descend with pow'r divine,
And bless the bread, and bless the wine;
Our hearts rejoice, be glad and sing,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing.

2 The bread, sweet to our taste become,
Like children starving long from home,
Returning to our Father's board,
May eat and drink, and praise the Lord.

3 The wine refresh our hearts, that we
To run our race may strengh'ned be;
Become in us a living spring,
That as we journey, we may sing.

4 These elements a token are,
Of what the Lord did for us bear;
The bread his body represents,
Object of faith, but not of sense.

5 Behold the wine! a type of blood,
Flowing from Christ the Lamb of God,
And as we look, O! may a tear
Bedew our cheeks, while God we hear.

6 Eat, eat my friends, the bread is free,
And drink, yea drink abundantly.
Whoever drinks (the word is plain)
Christ says shall never thirst again.

7 Brethren awake! with one accord,
This is the supper of the Lord;
Belove, rise, make haste away,
'Tis God that calls, God's voice obey.

8 To quench your thirst, my heart hath bled,
My body dy'd to raise the dead;
That Christians all, from sin set free,
While eating may remember me.

9 Oh! may we never more forget
This bread of life, this heav'nly treat,
Our souls have feasted on to day,
But always friends, rejoice and pray.

Divine Hymns of Spiritual Songs, 1802

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Language: English

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