KING of Salem, bless my soul! Make a wounded sinner whole! King of righteousness and peace, Let not thy sweet visits cease. Come, refresh this soul of mine With thy sacred bread and wine; All thy love to me unfold, Half of which cannot be told. Hail, Melchisedec divine! Thou great High Priest shalt be mine; All my powers before thee fall— Take not tythe, but take them all. FINIS. |
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