Tune: Margaret
(\'O love that wilt not let me go\')
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Here tokens sure be of your passion
You, Jesus, God the Father\'s own Son
Bread, wine, simply displayed, inviting
Us to come to you, our lives bring
To you hymns, praises sing
A time alighting, preparation
Your redemption for each nation
You the Priest and Victim, this feast
Open to greatest as to least
From north, west, south, and east
So hearts, minds, lives, gracious anointing
You who know us through, everything
Yet bid us sinners be forgiven
From your hands, feet, and side riven
Your life for us given
And meekly kneeling at altar rail
These gifts shall help, strengthen, not fail
We take, eat, drink, we by you fed
You Lord risen e\'er from the dead
Now you our living Head
Here hymns, songs in contemplation
Bright joys of your love, and elation
Blessed comforts here, eternal life sure
Who eats and drinks of you e\'ermore
Lives in you safe, secure
So taking your life to share out
To help, encourage others from doubt
To inspire faith in them, that they
With us may too all watch and pray
\'Til dawns e\'erlasting day
Take us, take me, your Spirit fill
With your power, to help those still
Who none, or part, your gospel know
That so here on your earth below
Your kingdom, [and] will, [may] full grow