Draw nigh and take
The bo­dy of the Lord;
And drink the ho­ly blood
For you out­poured.
Saved by that bo­dy
And that ho­ly blood,
With souls re­freshed,
We ren­der thanks to God.

Salvation’s Giv­er,
Christ, the on­ly Son,
By His dear cross
And blood the vic­to­ry won.
Offered was He
For great­est and for least,
Himself the vic­tim,
And Him­self the priest.

Victims were of­fered
By the law of old,
Which in a type
This heav­en­ly mys­te­ry told.
He, ran­som­er from death,
And light from shade,
Now gives His ho­ly grace
His saints to aid.

Approach ye then
With faith­ful hearts sin­cere,
And take the safe­guard
Of sal­va­tion here.
He, that His saints
In this world rules and shields,
To all be­liev­ers
Life eter­nal yields.

With heav­en­ly bread
Makes them that hun­ger whole,
Gives liv­ing wa­ters
To the thirst­ing soul,
Alpha and Ome­ga,
To whom shall bow
All na­tions at the doom,
Is with us now.