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By Christ redeemed, In Christ restored,
We keep the memory adored,
And show the death of our dear Lord,
Until He come.
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His broken body in our stead is here,
In his memorial bread;
And so our feeble love is fed,
Until He come.
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His fearful drops of agony,
His lifeblood shed for us we see;
The wine shall tell the mystery,
Until He come.
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And thus that dark betrayal night,
With the last advent we unite
The shame, the glory, by this rite,
Until He come.
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