1  Sweet feast of love divine!

       'Tis grace that makes us free

    To feed upon this bread and wine,

       In mem'ry, Lord, of Thee.

 2  Here every welcome guest

       Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn

    The secrets of Thy Father's breast,

       And all Thy grace discern.

 3  Here conscience ends its strife,

       And faith delights to prove

    The sweetness of the Bread of Life,

       The fulness of Thy love.

 4  That blood that flowed for sin

       In symbol here we see,

    And feel the blessed pledge within

       That we are loved of Thee.

 5  O if this glimpse of love

       Is so divinely sweet,

    What will it be, O Lord, above,

       Thy gladd'ning smile to meet!

 6  To see Thee face to face,

       Thy perfect likeness wear,

    And all Thy ways of wondrous grace

       Through endless years declare.