SWEET feast of love divine!
   ’Tis grace that makes us free
To feed upon this bread and wine
    In memory, Lord, of Thee.
2      Here conscience ends its strife,
    And faith delights to prove
The sweetness of the bread of life,
    The fulness of Thy love.
3      Thy blood that flowed for sin
    In symbol here we see,
And feel the blessèd pledge within,
    That we are loved by Thee.
4      But if this glimpse of love
    Is so divinely sweet,
What will it be, O Lord, above,
    Thy welcome-smile to meet . . .
5      To see Thee face to face,
    Thy perfect likeness wear,
And all Thy ways of wondrous grace
    Through endless years declare?
Edward Denny, 1796-1889