In the qui­et con­se­cra­tion
Of this glad com­mun­ion hour,
Here we rest in You, Lord Je­sus,
Taste Your love, and touch Your pow­er.

Christ our liv­ing bread from Heav­en,
Lord, whose blood is drink in­deed;
Here by faith and with thanks­giv­ing
In this feast on You we feed.

By Your death for sin aton­ing,
By Your re­sur­rect­ion life,
Hold us fast in bless­èd un­ion;
Gird us, nerve us for the strife.

While afar in so­lemn ra­di­ance
Shines the feast that is to come
After con­flict, toil, and test­ing—
Your great feast of love and home.