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.