1  By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,

    We keep the memory adored,

    And show the death of our dear Lord

          Until He come.

 2  His body broken in our stead

    Is seen in this memorial bread,

    And so our feeble love is fed

          Until He come.

 3  The drops of His dread agony,

    His life-blood shed for us, we see;

    The wine shall tell the mystery

          Until He come.

 4  And thus that dark betrayal-night

    With the last advent we unite,

    By one blest chain of loving rite,

          Until He come.

 5  Until the trump of God be heard,

    Until the ancient graves be stirred,

    And with the great commanding word

          The Lord shall come.

 6  O blessed hope! with this elate;

    Let not our heart be desolate,

    But, strong in faith, in patience wait

          Until He come.