Blest feast of love divine!

’Tis grace that makes us free

To feed upon this bread and wine,

In memory, Lord, of thee!

2 That blood which flowed for sin,

In symbol here we see,

And feel the blesséd pledge within,

That we are loved of thee.

3 O, if this glimpse of love

Be so divinely sweet,

What will it be, O Lord, above,

Thy gladdening smile to meet!

4 To see thee face to face—

Thy perfect likeness wear—

And all thy ways of wondrous grace

Through endless years declare!