By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,
We
keep the memory adored,
And
show the death of our dear Lord,
Until
He come.
2
His
broken body in our stead
Is
here, in this memorial bread;
And
so our feeble love is fed,
Until
He come.
3
His
fearful drops of agony,
His
life blood shed for us we see;
The
wine shall tell the mystery,
Until
He come.
4
And
thus that dark betrayal night,
With
the last advent we unite
The
shame, the glory, by this rite,
Until
He come.