1 

Sweet feast of love divine!

   'Tis grace that makes us free

To feed upon this bread and wine,

   In mem'ry, Lord, of Thee.

 2 

Here every welcome guest

   Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn

The secrets of Thy Father's breast,

   And all Thy grace discern.

 3 

Here conscience ends its strife,

   And faith delights to prove

The sweetness of the Bread of Life,

   The fulness of Thy love.

 4 

That blood that flowed for sin

   In symbol here we see,

And feel the blessed pledge within

   That we are loved of Thee.

 5 

O if this glimpse of love

   Is so divinely sweet,

What will it be, O Lord, above,

   Thy gladd'ning smile to meet!

 6 

To see Thee face to face,

   Thy perfect likeness wear,

And all Thy ways of wondrous grace

   Through endless years declare.