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The feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
Nearer than ever,--still my Shield and Sun. 2 I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon. It is enough, my Lord, enough, indeed;
My strength is in Thy might --Thy might alone. 3 I have no wisdom, save in Him who is
My Wisdom and my Teacher, both in one; No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise,
No teaching do I crave save Thine alone. 4 I know that deadly evils compass me,
Dark perils threaten, yet I would not fear, Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee,
Thou, O my Christ, art Buckler, Sword and Spear. 5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Horatius Bonar, 1855
1 PARTING hymn we sing
Around Thy table, Lord; Again our grateful tribute bring,
Our solemn vows record.
2 Here have we seen Thy face,
And felt Thy presence here; So may the savor of Thy grace
In word and life appear.
3 The purchase of Thy blood,
By sin no longer led,
May we rejoicing tread.
4 In self-forgetting love
Be our communion shown, Until we join the Church above,
And know as we are known.
Aaron R. Wolfe 1858
1 FROM the table now retiring,
Which for us the Lord hath spread; May our souls, refreshment finding,
Grow in all things like their Head.
2 His example by beholding,
May our lives His image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling,
His commands may we revere.
3 Love to God and man displaying,
Walking steadfast in His way, Joy attend us in believing,
Peace from God through endless day.
John Rowe, 1806
PERFECT Love, all human thought transcending,
Lowly we kneel in prayer before Thy throne,
Whom Thou for evermore dost join in one.
Of tender charity and steadfast faith,
With childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death.
Grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife,
Dorothy F. Blomfield, 1883
3 O Love divine and tender
That through our homes doth move To Thee the world beholden,
Veiled in the softened splendor Looks up for life and light:
Of holy household love, O Love divine and gentle,
A throne without Thy blessing The blesser and the blest,
Were labor without rest, Beneath whose care parental
And cottages possessing The world lies down to rest,
Thy blessedness are blest. 2 The fields of earth adore Thee,
4 God bless these hands united, The forests sing Thy praise,
God bless these hearts made one! All living things before Thee
Unsevered and unblighted Their holiest anthems raise;
May they through life go on; Thou art the joy of gladness,
Here in earth's home preparing The life of life Thou art,
For the bright home above, The dew of gentle sadness
And there for ever sharing That droppeth on the heart.
Its joy where God is love.
John S. B. Monsell, 1857 With the omission of the 4th verse the hymn is adapted for general use.