Lord of our high­est love!
Let now Thy peace be giv’n;
Fix all our thoughts on things above,
Our hearts on Thee in Heav’n.

Then, dear­est Lord, draw near,
Whilst we Thy ta­ble spread;
And crown the feast with heav’n­ly cheer,
Thyself the liv­ing bread.

And when the loaf we break,
Thine own rich bless­ing give,
May all with lov­ing hearts par­take
And all new strength re­ceive.

Dear Lord! what me­mo­ries crowd
Around the sac­red cup!
The up­per room! Geth­se­ma­ne!
Thy foes! Thy lift­ing up!

O scenes of suf­fer­ing love,
Enough our souls to win—
Enough to melt our hearts and prove
The an­ti­dote of sin.