The Soul's Final Feast

Oh how we long for perfection

Lord how we long for your touch

We long to have you draw us to your side

Sure is our hope in election

Of your promises Lord we make much

We long for your throne-room, there to abide.

We are hungry for the bread of life

We are thirsty for salvation's cup

To taste and see and know the prize

Eternal praise we will lift up

As we partake of the soul's final feast

To dine with our perfect high priest

When you come for your bride

And we're taken inside

And celebration shall never decrease!

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Oh how we long for your presence

There where our faith becomes sight

When we forever gaze on your beauty

There we will bask in your essence

With pleasure, with joy, and delight

Your glory manifest fully to see

We are hungry for the bread of life

We are thirsty for salvation's cup

To taste and see and know the prize

Eternal praise we will lift up

There our hungry hearts will be filled

There our thirsty souls will be drenched

There your glory we will behold

As we dine our desires are all quenched

As we partake of the soul's final feast

From the limits of flesh we're released

At the feast of the lamb

From eternity planned

And forever our joy will increase.

As we partake of the soul's final feast

To dine with our perfect high priest

When you come for your bride

And we're taken inside

At your banquet that never shall cease.

Meditation on a reading from Desiring God by John Piper
Psalm 37:4, Psalm 16:11, Psalm 27:4

September 16, 2018

Anthony Foster