8.7.8.7. sung to Gotha 1 JESUS, Lord, we come together In the bonds of Thine own love; Thou hast drawn our footsteps hither, Its deep meaning now to prove. 2 Closed the door --- we leave behind us Toil and conflict, foes and strife; And within, Thy love doth bind us In one fellowship of life. 3 Here together we recall Thee, In Thy presence break the bread; Never more can grief befall Thee, Thou art risen from the dead. 4 But Thy love remains, that entered Into death to make us Thine; In that death all love was centred --- Thankful now we drink the wine. 5 Thou dost make us taste the blessing, Soon to fill a world of bliss; And we bless Thy name confessing Thine own love our portion is. 6 Sweet it is to sit before Thee, Sweet to hear Thy blessed voice, Sweet to worship and adore Thee, While our hearts in Thee rejoice. | Alternative tunes (8.7.8.7.)
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