The hour is come, the feast is nigh

I give Myself to you

Behold I give my blood to you

Shed for your redemption.

Till my father’s kingdom above

Before I drink again

By then, no more shall tear be shed

It shall be joy for aye.

This supper shall e’er continue

Until His Kingdom come

All o’er the world shall many souls

Eat this supper and drink.

God's blessings-shall be pour’d from heav’n

Upon all those who eat

And from my father’s throne on high

I’ll prepare them a place.

But now, for the present I'll drink

The bitter cup for you

And for your sakes, I'll drink the cup

Of sore anguish of death.

Ye cannot know my deep sorrow

Not yet, my glory seen

But this, continue ye to do

And thus, remember me.