G. Rawson

BY Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,

We keep the memory adored,

And show the death of our dear Lord

Until He come.


His body broken in our stead

Is seen, in this memorial bread,

And so our feeble love is fed

Until He come.


The drops of His dread agony,

His life-blood shed for us, we see;

The wine shall tell the mystery

Until He come.


And thus that dark betrayal-night

With the last advent we unite,

By one blest chain of loving rite,

Until He come.


Until the trump of God be heard,

Until the ancient graves be stirred,

And with the great commanding word

The Lord shall come.


O blessed hope! with this elate;

Let not our hearts be desolate,

But, strong in faith, in patience wait

Until He come.


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