This Eucharistic feast our ev'ry want supplies,
and still we by His death are blest, and share his sacrifice.
By faith His flesh we eat, who here His passion show,
and God out of His holy seat shall all His gifts bestow.
Who thus our faith employ His suff'rings to record,
e'en now we mournfully enjoy communion with our Lord,
as though we ev'ry one beneath His cross had stood,
and seen Him heave, and heard Him groan, and felt His gushing blood.
O God! 'Tis finished now! The mortal pang is past!
By faith His head we see Him bow, and hear Him breathe His last!
We too, with Him are dead, and shall with Him arise;
the cross on which He bows His head shall lift us to the skies.
