399 – Beneath the Forms of Outward Rite

1
Beneath the forms of outward rite
Thy supper, Lord, is spread
In every quiet upper room
Where fainting souls are fed.

2
The bread is always consecrate
Which men divide with men;
And every act of brotherhood
Repeats Thy feast again.

3
The blessed cup is only passed
True memory of Thee,
When life anew pours out its wine
With rich sufficiency.

4
O Master, through these symbols shared,
Thine own dear self impart,
That in our daily life may flame
The passion of Thy heart.

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