Sion, lift thy voice in singing,

To thy Saviour glory bringing,

Praise thy Shepherd and thy King; Greater He than all thy praising,

Yet thy heart, thy voice upraising, Fitting tribute ever bring.

Lo! as theme for thy thanksgiving, Bread from heaven, blessed, living, Given as food to man to-day;

Feast which, by His friends surrounded, Christ at that Last Supper founded,— Humbly we believe and say.

Let thy praise, in tuneful chorus,

Full of melody, sonorous,

Spread to ev’ry child of man;

Joy o’er sorrow victory winning,

Tell—oh, tell thy joy’s beginning:

How this heavenly feast began.

Lo! our King new food bestoweth, Newer Paschal Victim showeth,

Ancient rites are overpast;

Elder things by new outdriven,

Truth and light to men are given, Darkness yields to day at last.

That which Christ, at supper sitting, Did, He bids us do, in fitting Memory, for evermore;

And, by words of consecration,

Bread and wine, for our salvation, Change to Him whom we adore.

This as truth the Christian taketh,

.That the bread true flesh He maketh,

Changeth into blood the wine;

What no sense of man receiveth,

Faith, unfaltering, believeth

Dwells beneath the outward sign.

Under common symbols hidden—

We believe, as we are bidden— Things divine these veils enfold; Flesh our food, His blood our potion, Yet, beyond our sense or notion,

Christ Himself we here behold.

All of Christ we, therefore, taking, Him dividing not, nor breaking— Take Him, wholly, to our gain;. Thousands feed on Him; one only Weary Pilgrim, spent and lonely— Unconsumed doth He remain.

Saints and sinners, Him receiving, Gladd’ning, or His fond Heart grieving, Gather at this banquet sweet;

Sinners, to their condemnation,

Loving ones, to their salvation,

He rewards as it is meet.

At the breaking of the token,

Doubt not but, as He has spoken,

He is in the fragment broken Wholly, as within the whole;

Loss not less’ning He sustaineth, Undivided He remaineth,

Manhood, Godhead, body, soul.