G. Rawson
BY Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,
We keep the memory adored,
And show the death of our dear Lord
Until He come.
2
His body broken in our stead
Is seen, in this memorial bread,
And so our feeble love is fed
Until He come.
3
The drops of His dread 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,
By one blest chain of loving rite,
Until He come.
5
Until the trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And with the great commanding word
The Lord shall come.
6
O blessed hope! with this elate;
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But, strong in faith, in patience wait
Until He come.
