C. H. Spurgeon

L.M.

AMIDST us our Beloved stands,

And bids us view His pierced 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;

O, 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 a heaven imparts!

O, lift the veil, if veil there be,

Let every saint Thy glory see!