399 ~ Beneath the Forms of Outward Rite
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Beneath the forms of outward rite Thy supper, Lord, is spread In every quiet upper room Where fainting souls are fed.
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The bread is always consecrate Which men divide with men; And every act of brotherhood Repeats Thy feast again.
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The blessed cup is only passed True memory of Thee, When life anew pours out its wine With rich sufficiency.
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O Master, through these symbols shared, Thine own dear self impart, That in our daily life may flame The passion of Thy heart.