Lord, may the spirit of this feast

Verse 1

Lord, may the spirit of this feast— The earnest of Thy love— Maintain a dwelling in our breast, Until we meet above.

Verse 2

The healing sense of pardoned sin, The hope that never tires, The strength a pilgrim’s race to win, The joy that Heav’n inspires.

Verse 3

Still may their light our duties trace In lines of hallowed flame, Like that upon the prophet’s face, When from the mount he came.

Verse 4

But if no more with kindred dear The broken bread we share, Nor at the banquet board appear To breathe the grateful prayer:

Verse 5

Forget us not—when on the bed Of dire disease we waste, Or to the chambers of the dead, And bar of judgment haste.

Verse 6

Forget not—Thou who bore the woe Of Calvary’s fatal tree— Those who within these courts below Have thus remembered The