’Tis grace that makes us free
To feed upon this bread and wine,
In mem’ry, Lord, of Thee.
Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn
The secrets of Thy Father’s breast,
And all Thy grace discern.
And faith delights to prove
The sweetness of the Bread of Life,
The fullness of Thy love.
In symbol here we see,
And feel the blessed pledge within
That we are loved of Thee.
Is so divinely sweet,
What will it be, O Lord, above,
Thy gladd’ning smile to meet!
Thy perfect likeness wear,
And all Thy ways of wondrous grace
Through endless years declare.