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|  | 1. | I have found life's Giver, and the | 
|  |  | Prince of Life; | 
|  |  | He has quenched my thirst, and | 
|  |  | vanquished all my strife. | 
|  |  | He, my living bread, became my daily | 
|  |  | meat; | 
|  |  | Death has died in me, Life's triumph is | 
|  |  | complete. | 
|  | 2. | In the Church, what glory! Far horizons | 
|  |  | glow! | 
|  |  | And His Name all radiant on each brow | 
|  |  | doth show. | 
|  |  | Christ doth breathe upon her, He's her | 
|  |  | living Rock, | 
|  |  | Shepherd of His sheep all gathered in | 
|  |  | one flock. | 
|  | 3. | There on holy flame doth burn within | 
|  |  | each breast; | 
|  |  | By one blood redeemed, in Christ they | 
|  |  | find their rest. | 
|  |  | All their thirst He quenches from on | 
|  |  | living stream; | 
|  |  | They in adoration lowly worship Him. | 
|  | 4. | There as Bread of life faint souls He | 
|  |  | ever feeds; | 
|  |  | There each hungry soul may take | 
|  |  | whate'er he needs. | 
|  |  | Lovingly He draws each soul that truly | 
|  |  | lives, | 
|  |  | And in bread and wine Himself to them | 
|  |  | He gives. | 
|  | 5. | Gone is all the earth-taint thru | 
|  |  | abounding grace; | 
|  |  | Hear the song of triumph from the | 
|  |  | ransomed race. | 
|  |  | All in glory shining, glory not their | 
|  |  | own, | 
|  |  | Blended into oneness, they approach | 
|  |  | the throne. |