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BY Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,
   We keep the memory adored,
And show the death of our dear Lord
        Until He come.
 
2  His body broken in our stead
Is seen in this memorial bread,
And so our feeble love is fed
        Until He come.
 
3  Tokens of dying agony,
His life-blood shed for us, we see;
The cup shall tell the mystery
        Until He come.
 
4  And thus that dark betrayal night
With the last advent we unite,
By one blest chain of loving rite,
        Until He come.
 
5  Until the trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And with the great commanding word
        The Lord shall come.
 
6  O blessèd hope! with this elate,
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But, strong in faith, in patience wait
        Until He come.
 
George Rawson, 1807-89