Beneath the forms of outward rite

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

The bread is always consecrate That friend divide with friend; Each act of true community Repeats thy feast again.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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