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THE CHURCH HYMNARY


LAUDA SION SALVATOREM 8, 8, 7. D.
G. F. Cobb


1

Jesus, Lord, forever living,
From Thy Church what glad thanksgiving
Should to Thee forever flow!
Thine this day our heart's oblation,
All our praise and adoration,
All we are, and have, and know.

2 Here may prayer and sins' confession,
Perfumed by Thine intercession;
As sweet incense heavenward rise:
Here to contrite hearts and broken,
Give, Lord, the secret token
Of accepted sacrifice.

3 On the children of affliction,
Let Thy hands of benediction
Drop Thy comfort from above:
Be Thyself our hidden Manna,
And above us let the banner
Of Thy banquet-house be love.

4 Thus with Thee and Thine in union,
Glad we own the blest communion
Of the saints' unnumbered host,
Who with angels bow before Thee,
And with endless praise adore Thee,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


D. S. R. 1890