O Lord, it is Thyself to meet

O Lord, it is Thyself to meet To this sweet feast we come; Like Mary, resting at Thy feet We learn of Thee alone: We well remember Thou hast said, This do, remembering Me; So thus we take the wine, the bread, In memory of Thee.

O Lord, we come, not for our need, Nor with our grief to Thee; But on the bread and wine to feed, And to remember Thee: Yes, to remember all Thy love, Remember all Thy woe, Remember Thou art now above, Yet in our midst below.

O Lord, from Thee the bread we take, From Thy pierced hand the wine; In rest—accepted for Thy sake— Our meetness, Lord, is Thine: We praise Thee for this quiet hour Spent with Thyself alone, In which we feel the Spirit's power, And all His teachings own.

O Lord, we come, for Thou art here; Enrich each memory; Thy faithful promise brings Thee near And gathers us to Thee: O body broken! poured out blood! Blest memories ever dear; Thou Son of man! Thou Lamb of God! How good to meet Thee here!