We come, our gracious Father,
With many hearts as one,
And here we only gather
In memory of Thy Son:
We prize each happy token
Of peace with Thee, our God;
The bread, His body broken;
The wine, His precious blood.
With many hearts as one,
And here we only gather
In memory of Thy Son:
We prize each happy token
Of peace with Thee, our God;
The bread, His body broken;
The wine, His precious blood.
Whilst breaking bread we ponder,
Lord Jesus, on Thy love,
And see, with silent wonder.
What drew Thee from above.
Complete in Thy completeness,
The Church, Thy favoured Bride,
Possesses all the Sweetness
Thy perfect love supplied.