Our Father, we have met this hour.
May thy sweet Spirit here abide,
That all may feel its glowing pow’r.
Our Savior, in Gethsemane,
Shrank not to drink the bitter cup,
And then, for us, on Calvary,
Upon the cross was lifted up.
We rev’rence with the broken bread,
Together with the cup we take,
The body bruised, the lifeblood shed,
A sinless ransom for our sake.
Our Father, may this sacrament
To ev’ry soul be sanctified
Who eats and drinks with pure intent,
That in our Savior he’ll abide.