Author of life divine,
Who hast a table spread,
Furnished with mystic wine
And everlasting bread,
Preserve the life Thyself hast given,
And feed and train us up for Heav’n.
Our needy souls sustain
With fresh supplies of love,
Till all Thy life we gain,
And all Thy fullness prove,
And, strengthened by Thy perfect grace,
Behold without a veil Thy face.
And can we call to mind
the Lamb for sinners slain,
and not expect to find
what He for us did gain?
What God to us in Him hath giv'n,
pardon, and holiness, and heav'n?
We now forgiveness have,
we feel His work begun;
and He shall fully save,
and perfect us in one;
shall soon in all His image dress,
receive us to the Marriage Feast.
This token of Thy love
we thankfully receive,
and hence with joy remove
with Thee in heav'n to live.
There, Lord, we shall Thy pledge restore;
and live to praise Thee evermore.
