Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 77

How long, O Lord, shall we
In vain lament for Thee?
Come, and comfort them that mourn,
Come, as in the ancient days,
In Thine ordinance return,
In Thine own appointed ways.

Come to Thy house again,
Nor let us seek in vain;
This the place of meeting be,
To Thy weeping flock repair;
Let us here Thy beauty see,
Find Thee in the house of prayer.

Let us with solemn awe
Nigh to Thine altar draw,
Taste Thee in the broken bread,
Drink Thee in the mystic wine;
Now the gracious Spirit shed,
Fill us now with love Divine.

Into our minds recall
Thy death, endured for all:
Come in this accepted day,
Come, and all our souls restore,
Come, and take our sins away,
Come, and never leave us more.