Verse 1
Come to the feast, for Christ invites,
And promises to feed,
’Tis here his closest love unites
The members to their head.

Verse 2
’Tis here he nourishes his own
With living bread from heaven,
Or makes himself to mourners known,
And shews their sins forgiven.

Verse 3
Still in his instituted ways
He bids us ask the power,
The pard’ning or the hallowing grace,
And wait th’ appointed hour.

Verse 4
’Tis not for us to set our God
A time his grace to give,
The benefit whene’er bestow’d
We gladly should receive.

Verse 5
Who seek redemption thro’ his love
His love shall them redeem;
He came self-emptied from above
That we might live thro’ him.

Verse 6
Expect we then the quick’ning word
Who at his altar bow:
But if it be thy pleasure, Lord,
O let us find thee now.