1  As gathered in Thy precious name,

       This table we surround,

    Thy death, Lord Jesus, to proclaim,

       O may our praise abound.

 2  We give what from Thee we receive,

       For all we have is Thine —

    O may each heart with joy believe,

       And echo "Thine is mine!"

 3  Grace, grace it was that brought Thee down;

       Love shone in all Thy ways;

    Through death Thine is the Victor's crown,

       And Thine the endless praise.

 4  We, here, in silence, or in song,

       Together worship Thee;

    Before our God we shall ere long

       Give praise eternally.

 5  Lord Jesus Christ, Thou comest soon —

       Today Thy death we show;

    In light, eclipsing sun at noon,

       Its myst'ry we shall know.