Mark 14:25: I will drink no more of the fruit of the vine, &c

From Jesu's sacrifice
And sacrament we rise,
Borne on wings of faith and love
To the mansions of the bless'd,
Triumph with the saints above,
Share that everlasting feast.

The Truth, the Deity,
We there unveil'd shall see;
Lose in that transporting sight
All we felt or fear'd below;
Torrents of unmix'd delight
There our raptured souls o'erflow.

O blessed, blessed hope!
From earth it lifts us up:
Now in heaven with Christ we dwell,
Now the bliss of heaven we taste,
Glorious joys unspeakable,
Joys which shall for ever last.

Jesus, substantial Bread,
If Thou our spirits feed.
Nothing can we want beside,
With Thy immortality,
With Thy fulness satisfied,
All we sacrifice to Thee.