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Amidst us our Beloved stands, And bids us view His piercèd hands; Points to the wounded feet and side, Blest emblems of the Crucified. |
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What food luxurious loads the board When, at His table, sits the Lord! The wine how rich, the bread how sweet, When Jesus deigns the guests to meet! |
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If now, with eyes defiled and dim, We see the signs, but see not Him; Oh, may His love the scales displace, And bid us see Him face to face! |
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Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts, Thy present smile Thy grace imparts! Oh, lift the veil, if veil there be, Let every saint Thy glory see! |
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