Beneath the Forms of Outward Rite

Beneath the forms of out­ward rite

Thy sup­per

Lord

is spread

In ev­ery qui­et up­per room

Where faint­ing souls are fed.

The bread is al­ways con­se­crate

Which men di­vide with men;

And ev­ery act of bro­ther­hood

Repeats Thy feast again.

The bless­èd cup is on­ly passed

True me­mo­ry of Thee

When life anew pours out its wine

With rich suf­fi­cien­cy.

O Mas­ter

through these sym­bols shared

Thine own dear self im­part

That in our da­ily life may flame

The pass­ion of Thy heart.