1
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 here, in this memorial bread;
And so our feeble love is fed,
Until He come.
3
His fearful drops of agony,
His lifeblood shed for us we see;
The wind shall tell the mystery,
Until He come.
4
And thus that dark betrayal night,
With the last advent we unite
The shame, the glory, by this rite,
Until He come.