Thou hast
asked to be remembered,
And
desired that we should be
At Thy
table, blessed Savior,
Thankfully
remembering Thee,
Keep us
Lord, in spite of weakness
Gathered
to Thy precious Name,
With the
Loaf and Cup before us,
Thinking
of Thy cross and shame.
At Thy
table we remember
How Thou
stood’st alone in death,
Bearing
sins we cannot number,
Hiding of
God’s face in wrath.
To that
anguish, curse and distance
To Thy
cross of shame and woe,
We look
back in sad remembrance
Of the sin
that brought Thee low.
“Save
Thyself” Thou couldst; but rather
Than our
guilt on us should lie,
There, to
glorify Thy Father,
Thou
wouldst suffer all, and die.
Blessed
Lord ‘twas love impelled Thee,
Love which
Thee for sinners gave,
Love,
undying love, that held Thee,
Not
Thyself, but us, to save.
As we wait
in Thine own presence,
Brought by
Thee to God so nigh;
As we
gratefully remember
Thou for
us didst bleed and die;
Full of
joy we bow before Thee,
Who didst
bear our every sin,
And in
hallowed, sweet communion
Here below
Thy praise begin.
Place of
glory, place of blessing;
Place
where God His heart displays,
All in
Thee, O Christ, possessing,
Thine the
voice that leads our praise;
Mighty
chorus, mingling, blending,
Hear its
cadence rise and fall;
Ye, His
saints, can ye be silent,
Ye who owe
Him most of all?
Loved with
love that knows no measure,
Save the
Father’s love to Thee,
Blessed
Lord, our hearts would treasure
All Thy
love, so full, so free;
Blood-bought,
reconciled, forgiven,
Here Thy
death again we show,
Waiting
Thy return from heaven
All Thy
glory then to know.
(Anon.)