Assembled, Lord, at Thy behest

Assembled, Lord, at Thy behest, We wait Thy voice to hear; O come and bless this hallowed feast— In spirit now draw near.

Draw near, yea, linger in our midst; Thy waiting saints inspire With thoughts of Thine unfailing love; Grant this our soul's desire.

Such love! surpassing human thought, That Thou, blest Lamb of God, Should'st bear sin's curse, and interpose Thine own atoning blood.

With hearts adoring thus we view Thy table fitly spread; Love's sweet memorial feast to Thee, Our risen, glorious Head.

O help us, Lord, while gathered here, That we none else may see; Keep Thou our thoughts graced with Thy love, And wholly stayed on Thee.