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How Blest Thy First Disciples, Lord   1 comment

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Above:  All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 8, 2016

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1890) by Theodore Claudius Pease (1853-1893)

Source #1 = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904), National Council of Congregational Churches in the United States

Source #2 = The Christian Ministry:  Its Present Claim and Attraction and Other Writings (1894)

The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904) contains five of the seven stanzas; The Christian Ministry (1894) offers the complete text.


How blest Thy first disciples, Lord,

Whom Thou didst choose to walk with thee,

Who daily met around Thy board,

And made Thy home and family!


How blest, when throng and press were gone,

And weary day herself had fled,

From all the noisy world withdrawn,

Alone with Thee to break the bread!


Has the long day its burden brought?

Are heavy hearts in sorrow bound?

What sweet relief in kindly thought;

What sympathy with Thee is found!


For every care Thou hast an ear;

Thou knowest all their changing moods:

What stirs the timid Philip’s fears,–

Why thoughtful Thomas sadly broods.


Ah, who would such a meeting miss?

What strength is here to nerve the will!

How fair a home for hearts is this!

Who would not long to find it still?


And is the vision vain as sweet?

Nay, Lord, Thy table still is spread;

And ever where disciples meet,

Thy blessed hands still break the bread.


We see Thee not; yet when we turn,

These moments melt in memory,

And all our hearts within us burn,

For we have met and talked with Thee.

Before Us, Lord, Thy Board is Spread   1 comment

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Above:  St. Timothy’s Episcopal Church, Calhoun, Georgia, July 10, 2016

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Christian Ministry:  Its Present Claim and Attraction and Other Writings (1894)

Text (1890) by Theodore Claudius Pease (1853-1893)


Before us, Lord, Thy board is spread,

Thy love’s unchanging token:

We share the cup, we take the bread,

Thy body bruised and broken:

And at Thy table, met with Thee,

Thy word, “In memory of Me,”

Once more to us is spoken!


No lengthening years of mist and gloom

Have power to change or bound Thee:

To-day, as in the upper room

Thy first disciples found Thee,

O let Thy Presence still our fears,

Remove our doubts, and dry our tears,

While here we gather round Thee!


We come, our hearts anew to yield

To Thee for Thy possessing:

We come, with lips but now unsealed,

A new-found love confessing:

Grant us, O Lord, Thy promised grace,

Reveal to each Thy loving Face,

And breathe on all Thy blessing!


Thou knowest all our varied need,

Our gladness and our grieving:

What joys allure, what hopes mislead,

With false lights still deceiving:

With Thee we leave our troubled past,

With Thee our future, dim and vast,–

All things from Thee receiving.


While here we hold communion sweet,

The dear, remembered faces

Of friends unseen, again we meet

In their familiar places:

For one with Thee is one with all

Who hear Thy voice and own Thy call,

Throughout the starry spaces!