SWEET feast of love divine! ’Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine In memory, Lord, of Thee.
Here conscience ends its strife, And faith delights to prove The sweetness of the bread of life, The fulness of Thy love.
Thy blood that flowed for sin In symbol here we see, And feel the blessèd pledge within, That we are loved by Thee.
But if this glimpse of love Is so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy welcome-smile to meet . . .
To see Thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear, And all Thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare?
Edward Denny, 1796-1889