1 

By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,

We keep the memory adored,

And show the death of our dear Lord

      Until He come.

 2 

His body broken in our stead

Is seen in this memorial bread,

And so our feeble love is fed

      Until He come.

 3 

The drops of His dread agony,

His life-blood shed for us, we see;

The wine shall tell the mystery

      Until He come.

 4 

And thus that dark betrayal-night

With the last advent we unite,

By one blest chain of loving rite,

      Until He come.

 5 

Until the trump of God be heard,

Until the ancient graves be stirred,

And with the great commanding word

      The Lord shall come.

 6 

O blessed hope! with this elate;

Let not our heart be desolate,

But, strong in faith, in patience wait

      Until He come.