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1. Author of life divine
1. Author of life divine
  Who hast a table spread,
Who hast a table spread,
  Furnished with mystic wine
Furnished with mystic wine
  And everlasting bread,
And everlasting bread,
  Preserve the life thyself hast given,
Preserve the life thyself hast given,
  And feed and train us up for heaven.
And feed and train us up for heaven.


2. Our needy souls sustain
2. Our needy souls sustain
  With fresh supplies of love,
With fresh supplies of love,
  Till all thy life we gain,
Till all thy life we gain,
  And all thy fullness prove,
And all thy fullness prove,
  And, strengthened by thy perfect grace,
And, strengthened by thy perfect grace,
  Behold without a veil thy face.
Behold without a veil thy face.
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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-26).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 18 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: Author of life divine
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: Gweedore
Lyricist: Charles Wesley

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 66. 88

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Keyboard
Published:

Description: A setting by the composer a hymn by his grandfather, Charles Wesley (1707-88)

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Original text and translations

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1. Author of life divine
 Who hast a table spread,
 Furnished with mystic wine
 And everlasting bread,
 Preserve the life thyself hast given,
 And feed and train us up for heaven.

2. Our needy souls sustain
 With fresh supplies of love,
 Till all thy life we gain,
 And all thy fullness prove,
 And, strengthened by thy perfect grace,
 Behold without a veil thy face.