Around the table of the Lord,
On this his day, among his saints,
We eat his supper, drink his blood,
Our every need he freely grants.
We worship — Yours are glory and praise,
Your power come down, for life and limb,
Your grace in every word and phrase,
Your heart with ours in humble hymn.
With fruit of lips, O Lord, be pleased,
Our perfect gift, full sacrifice;
The Son of Man was broken and bruised,
Redemption paid, what awful price!