1 Lord Jesus, who before Thy passion,
Distressed and sorrowful to death,
To us the fruits of Thy oblation
In Thy last supper didst bequesth,
Accept our praise, Thou bounteous Giver
Of life to every true believer.
2 As oft as we enjoy this blessing,
Each sacred token doth declare
Thy dying love, all thoughts surpassing;
And while we Thee in memory bear
At each returning celebration,
WE show Thy death for our salvation.
3 That bond of love, that mystic union,
By which to Thee, our Head, we’re joined,
Is closer drawn at each communion;
By love inspired we know Thy mind,
And feeding on Thy death and merit,
Are rendered one with Thee in spirit.
Source: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #282