At thy command, O Lord, our hope
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At thy command, O Lord, our hope,We come around thy table here;We break the bread, we bless the cup,That show thy death, till thou appear.
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Our faith adores thy bleeding love,And trusts for life in One that died;We hope for heavenly crowns aboveFrom a Redeemer crucified.
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Let the vain world pronounce it shame,And cast their scandals on thy cause!We come to boast our Saviour's name,And make our triumph in his cross.
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With joy we tell the scoffing age,—He that was dead hath left the tomb;He lives above their utmost rage,And we are waiting till he come.