Jesu, at whose su­preme com­mand
We thus ap­proach to God,
Before us in Thy ves­ture stand,
Thy ves­ture dipped in blood.

Obedient to Thy gra­cious word
We break the hal­lowed bread,
Commemorate Thee, our dy­ing Lord,
And trust on Thee to feed.

Now, Sav­ior, now Thy­self re­veal,
And make Thy na­ture known,
Affix the sac­ra­ment­al seal,
And stamp us for Thine own.

The to­kens of Thy dy­ing love,
O let us all re­ceive,
And feel the quick­en­ing Spi­rit move,
And sen­si­bly be­lieve.

The cup of bless­ing blest by Thee,
Let it Thy blood im­part;
The bread Thy mys­tic bo­dy be,
And cheer each lan­guid heart.

The grace which sure sal­va­tion brings
Let us here­with re­ceive;
Satiate the hun­gry with good things,
The hid­den man­na give.

The liv­ing bread sent down from Hea­ven
In us vouch­safe to be;
The flesh for all the world is giv­en,
And all may live by Thee.

Now, Lord, on us Thy flesh be­stow,
And let us drink Thy blood,
Till all our souls are filled be­low
With all the life of God.