This is the hour of banquet and of song; this is the heavenly table spread for me; here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong the hallowed hour of fellowship with thee. Too soon we rise; we go our several ways; the feast, though not the love, is past and gone, the bread and wine consumed: yet all our days thou still art here with us, our shield and sun. Feast after feast thus comes and passes by; yet, passing, points to the glad feast above, giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, the Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.
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