Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 100

Returning to His throne above,
The Friend of sinners cried,
Do this in memory of My love:
He spoke the word, and died.

He tasted death for every one:
The Saviour of mankind
Out of our sight to heaven is gone,
But left His pledge behind.

His sacramental pledge we take,
Nor will we let it go;
Till in the clouds our Lord comes back,
We thus His death will show.

Come quickly, Lord, for whom we mourn,
And comfort all that grieve;
Prepare the bride, and then return,
And to Thyself receive.

Now to Thy glorious kingdom come;
(Thou hast a token given;)
And while Thy arms receive us home,
Recall Thy pledge in heaven.