Hymn 3:24 [Father, We Wait To Feel Thy Grace]

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Title:     Hymn 3:24 [Father, We Wait To Feel Thy Grace]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Pardon and strength from Christ.

Father, we wait to feel thy grace,
To see thy glories shine;
The Lord will his own table bless,
And make the feast divine.

We touch, we taste the heavenly bread,
We drink the sacred Cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.

We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,
Dress'd in the garments of his Son,
And sprinkled with his blood.

We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.

[Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;
We love the memory of his Name,
More than the wine we taste.]

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 3:24 [Father, We Wait To Feel Thy Grace]

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