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Till he come we own his name - The Supper and the Advent
(Horatius Bonar/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)

The Supper and the Advent.

1. Till he come we own his name,
  round his table gathering;
one in love and faith and hope,
  waiting for an absent King.
Blessed table, where the Lord
  sets for us his choicest cheer;
angels have no feast like this,
  angels wait, but sit not here. PDF - Midi

2. Till he come we eat this bread,
  seated round this heaven-spread board;
till he come, we meet and feast,
  in remembrance of the Lord.
In the banquet-house of love,
  in the Bridegroom's garden fair;
thus we sit and feast and praise, –
  angels look, but cannot share.

3. Till he come, we take this cup, –
  cup of blessing and of love;
till he come, we drink this wine,
  emblem of the wine above, –
emblem of the blood once shed,
  blood of him our sins who bare;
angels look, but do not drink,
  angels never taste such fare.

4. Till he come, beneath the shade
  of his love we sit and sing;
over us his banner waves,
  in his hall of banqueting.
Happy chamber, where the Lord
  spreads the feast with viands rare;
angels now are looking on,
  angels serve, but cannot share.

5. Till he come, we wear the badge
  of the ancient stranger-band;
leaning on our pilgrim-staff,
  till we reach the glorious land.
Homeless here, like him we love,
  watch we still in faith and prayer;
angels have no watch like ours,
  angels have no cross to bear.

6. Till he come, we fain would keep
  these our robes of earth unsoiled;
looking for the festal dress,
  raiment of the undefiled.
Ha! these robes of purest light,
  fairest still among the fair!
Angels gaze, but cannot claim, –
  angels no such raiment wear.

7. Till he come we keep this feast,
  emblem of the feast above;
marriage supper of the Lamb,
  festival of joy and love.
Angels hear the bridal-song,
  angels set the festal fare:
angels hear, but cannot join;
  angels wait, but cannot share.

Horatius Bonar, The Song of the New Creation, 1872, 101-103.

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