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Ar 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 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.