Reserved Table

In the token of the bread
Lord, there we see Thee lowly
In the cup- the blood You shed
to save and make us holy.

Each is given to portray
the cost and price of heaven.
May we never, Lord, betray
this grace that You have given.

We partake and celebrate
with wine and morsel taken;
in faith we now both work and wait
as we from a death awaken.

With all our heart we now draw near.
To obey is our desire
And as we leave this table dear--
Lord, baptize with Thy Fire







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