This table we surround,
Thy death, Lord Jesus, to proclaim,
O may our praise abound.
For all we have is Thine—
O may each heart with joy believe,
And echo "Thine is mine!"
Love shone in all Thy ways;
Through death Thine is the Victor's crown
And Thine the endless praise.
Together worship Thee;
Before our God we shall ere long
Give praise eternally.
Today Thy death we show;
In light, eclipsing sun at noon,
Its myst'ry we shall know.