1 

As gathered in Thy precious name,

   This table we surround,

Thy death, Lord Jesus, to proclaim,

   O may our praise abound.

 2 

We give what from Thee we receive,

   For all we have is Thine —

O may each heart with joy believe,

   And echo "Thine is mine!"

 3 

Grace, grace it was that brought Thee down;

   Love shone in all Thy ways;

Through death Thine is the Victor's crown,

   And Thine the endless praise.

 4 

We, here, in silence, or in song,

   Together worship Thee;

Before our God we shall ere long

   Give praise eternally.

 5 

Lord Jesus Christ, Thou comest soon —

   Today Thy death we show;

In light, eclipsing sun at noon,

   Its myst'ry we shall know.