Jesus, Master, hear me now,
While I would renew my vow,
And record Thy dying love;
Hear, and help me from above.

Feed me, Savior, with this bread,
Broken in Thy body’s stead;
Cheer my spirit with this wine,
Streaming like that blood of Thine.

And as now I eat and drink,
Let me truly, sweetly think,
Thou didst hang upon the tree,
Broken, bleeding, there—for me.