The Lord's Supper

1 Lord of our highest love!
Let now your peace be given;
fix all our thoughts on things above,
our hearts on thee in heaven.

2 Then dearest Christ, draw near,
while we your table spread;
and crown the feast with heavenly cheer,
yourself the living bread.

3 And when the loaf we break,
your own rich blessing give,
may all with loving hearts partake
and all new strength receive.

4 Dear Christ! what memories crowd
around the sacred cup!
The upper room! Gethsemane!
Your foes! Your lifting up!

5 O scenes of suffering love,
enough our souls to win—-
enough to melt our hearts and prove
the antidote of sin.

Source: Chalice Hymnal #390

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #3713