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, as He said,
We see in this memorial bread,
And so our feeble love is fed
Until He come!

His fearful drops of 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 His blest advent we unite;
The same! the glory! by this rite,
Until He come!

Until the trump of Ail be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And with the great commanding word,
Yahweh 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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