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O thou who this mysterious bread
didst in Emmaus break,
return, herewith our souls to feed,
and to thy followers speak.

Unseal the volume of thy grace,
apply the gospel word;
open our eyes to see thy face,
our hearts to know the Lord.

Of thee communing still, we mourn
till thou the veil remove;
talk with us, and our hearts shall burn
with flames of fervent love.

Enkindle now the heav’nly zeal,
and make thy mercy known,
and give our pardoned souls to feel
that God and love are one,
that God and love are one.

--Charles Wesley, 1745

Your statutes are my songs, O Lord,
for singing is a way
to keep all you have taught us close,
on any path I take.

Your statutes are my songs, O Lord,
and with them I resist
the songs that would replace your word
with every human wish.

Your statutes are my songs, O Lord,
and what they tell is true:
the freedom every heart has sought
is found in serving you.

Your statutes are my songs, O Lord,
and in them there is grace
to walk the way that leads to you,
until we see your face,
until we see your face.

--Richard Leach, 2006, based on Psalm 119: 45, 54 © 2008 Selah Publishing Co., Inc. All rights reserved.