When on Thy table, Lord, we gaze,

We marvel at the signs:

A loaf of bread, a cup of wine,

Displayed as God designs.

The loaf portrays the bread of life

As heav'nly food to us,

Imparted by Thy mystic death

That we may share Thee thus.

The portion is the cup divine,

Composed of Jesus' blood;

This cup of blessing we receive

And gain what is of God.

We eat of Thee, the Bread of life,

By sharing here this bread;

Thus we remember Thee in love

And with Thyself are fed.

We all enjoy the blessings gained

By drinking of this cup;

Thus we remember Thee with joy,

Till we are taken up.

By feasting on this bread and cup

Thy death we now declare,

And testify Thou art our life

And all we daily share.

We're waiting for that glorious hour,

When in the fullest way

We'll feed on Thee and feast with Thee

And worship Thee for aye.