Whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until He comes.@1 Corinthians 11:26
Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book III, 1709, number 24.

Abiding Grace John S. Camp, 1905 (🔊 pdf nwc).

John S. Camp (1858–1946)

Father, we wait to feel Thy grace,
To see Thy glories shine;
The Lord will His own table bless,
And make the feast divine.

We touch, we taste the heav’nly bread,
We drink the sacred cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.

We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,
Dressed in the garments of His Son,
And sprinkled with His blood.

We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.

Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;
We love the memory of His name
More than the wine we taste.