At this our solemn Feast, Let holy joys abound, And from the inmost breast Let songs of praise resound; Let ancient rites depart, And all be new around, In ev'ry act and voice and heart. Remember we that eve, When, the Last Supper spread, Christ, as we all believe, The lamb, with leavenless bread, Among His brethren shared, And thus the Law obeyed, Of old unto their sires declared. The typic lamb consumed, The legal Feast complete, The Lord unto the Twelve His Body gave to eat; The whole to all, no less The whole to each, did mete With His own hands, as we confess. He gave them, weak and frail, His Flesh, their food to be; On them, downcast and sad, His Blood bestowèd He: And thus to them He spake, "Receive this Cup from Me, And all of you of this partake." So He this Sacrifice To institute did will, And charged His priests alone That office to fulfil: In them He did confide: To whom pertaineth still To take, and to the rest divide. Thus Angels' Bread is made The Bread of man to-day: The Living Bread from Heaven With figures doth away: O wondrous gift indeed! The poor and lowly may Upon their Lord and Master feed. O Triune Deity, To Thee we meekly pray, So mayst Thou visit us, As we our homage pay; And in Thy footsteps bright Conduct us on our way To where Thou dwell'st in cloudless light.