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!