Father, our eyes we lift to Thee,
And taste our daily bread:
-At Meals-
Father, our eyes we lift to Thee,
      And taste our daily bread:
‘Tis now Thy open hand we see,
      And on Thy bounty feed.
‘Tis now the meaner creatures join
      Richly Thy grace to prove;
Fulfil Thy primitive design,
      Enjoy’d by thankful love.
Still, while our mouths are fill’d with good,
      Our souls to Thee we raise;
Our souls partake of nobler food,
      And banquet on Thy praise.
Yet higher still our farthest aim;
      To mingle with the blest,
To’ attend the marriage of the Lamb,
      And heaven’s eternal feast.

 

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