Verse 1
Why did my dying Lord ordain
This dear memorial of his love?
Might we not all by faith obtain,
By faith the mountain-sin remove,
Enjoy the sense of sins forgiven,
And holiness the taste of heaven?

Verse 2
It seem’d to my Redeemer good
That faith should here his coming wait,
Should here receive immortal food,
Grow up in him divinely great,
And fill’d with holy violence seize
The glorious crown of righteousness.

Verse 3
Saviour, thou didst the mystery give
That I thy nature might partake,
Thou bidst me outward signs receive,
One with thyself my soul to make,
My body, soul and spi’rit to join
Inseparably one with thine.

Verse 4
The prayer, the fast, the word conveys,
When mixt with faith, thy life to me,
In all the channels of thy grace,
I still have fellowship with thee,
But chiefly here my soul is fed
With fullness of immortal bread.

Verse 5
Communion closer far I feel,
And deeper drink th’ atoning blood,
The joy is more unspeakable,
And yields me larger draughts of God,
’Till nature faints beneath the power,
And faith fill’d up can hold no more.