The Supper of Thanksgiving

For the bread and for the wine

For the pledge that seals Him mine

For the words of love di­vine

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the bo­dy and the blood

For the more than an­gels’ food

For the bound­less grace of God

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the cha­lice whence we sip

Moisture for the parch­èd lip

For the board of fel­low­ship

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the feast of love and peace

Bidding all our sor­rows cease

Earnest of the king­dom’s bliss

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the heav’n­ly pre­sence-bread

On the gold­en table laid

Blessèd ban­quet for us made

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the pas­chal lamb here giv’n

For the loaf with­out the leav’n

For the man­na dropped from Heav’n

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

Only bread and on­ly wine

Yet to faith the so­lemn sign

Of the heav’n­ly and di­vine!

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the words that turn our eye

To the cross of Cal­va­ry

Bidding us in faith draw nigh

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the words that frag­rance breathe

These poor sym­bols un­der­neath

Words that His own peace be­queath

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For the words that tell of home

Pointing us bey­ond the tomb

Do ye this un­til I come

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

Till He come we take the bread

Type of Him on whom we feed

Him who liv­eth and was dead!

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

Till He come we take the cup;

As we at His ta­ble sup

Eye and heart are lift­ed up!

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.

For that com­ing

here fore­shown

For that day to man un­known

For the glo­ry and the throne

We give Thee thanks

O Lord.