The guests are here, invited by the Lord;
Why come they thus, why tarry for a space?
But for Thy presence, O Thou King of grace
Hush, O our hearts, as in the sacred name
We bow in worship and the promise claim-
Where two or three are gathered there am I,
Unseen, yet present to faith’s opened eye.
Here in our midst art Thou, O risen Lord;
Worthy, O Lamb once slain, to be adored;
Here in our midst to lead Thy people’s praise,
And incense sweet unto the Father raise.
We do remember Thee, as Thou hast said,
And think upon Thee as we break the bread,
Recall Thy dying love, Thy cross and shame,
Drinking the cup of blessing in Thy name.
Thus do we show the death of our dear Lord,
While in our hearts His love is shed abroad;
So is faith quickened for the conflict here,
Till in a little while He shall appear.
Only a little while we pilgrims stay
To spread the table on our desert way;
Soon will He come, and coming take us home,
Amen, e’en so, Lord Jesus quickly come!