1. 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 here 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. O blessèd hope! With this elate,
let not our hearts be desolate,
but, strong in faith, in patience wait
until he come.