4 Here fix my roving heart; Here wait my warmest love, Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above.
1 As in solemn congregation We attend upon thy house, For the sweet commemoration And renewal of our vows; Let thy favor, with us resting, Consecrate the bread and wine; May we, of thy goodness tasting, All be filled with love divine!
2 Jesus gave the sacred token Of his passion, wine and bread, Symbols of his body broken, And his blood for sinners shed. To the rite we come, confessing Free redemption, grace unbought; His be every name of blessing, For his love, surpassing thought!
3 May thy counsels, King of glory! Grateful awe and rapture move, As we meditate the story Of the Saviour's dying love; Hear us, Lord, of thee entreating Strength to walk in Jesus' ways! God of light, shine on our meeting! God of grace, accept our praise!
1 Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear.
2 Yet is his house and heart so large That millions more may come; Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room.
3 All things are ready; come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast, And bless the Founder's name.
1 O, for a prophet's fire, O, for an angel's tongue, To speak the mighty love of Him Who on the cross was hung.
2 In vain our hearts attempt, In language meet, to tell How through a thousand sorrows burned That flame unquenchable.
3 Yet would we praise that love, Beyond expression dear: Come, gather round this table, then, And celebrate it here.
1 According to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee.
2 Thy body broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee.
3 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee.
4 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember thee.
1 If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn To feel that friends are nigh;
2 O, shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him who died, our fears to quell, And save from death and woe?