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Grace After Meat

Blest be the God whose tender care

Prevents His children’s cry;

Whose pity, providently near,

Doth all our wants supply.

Blest be the God whose bounty’s store

These cheering gifts imparts;

Who veils in bread the secret power

That feeds and glads our hearts.

Fountain of blessings, Source of good,

To Thee this strength we owe;

Thou art the virtue of our food,

Life of our life below.

When shall our souls regain the skies?

Thy heavenly sweetness prove?

Fulness of joys shall there arise,

And all our food be love.

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