399   Beneath the Forms of Outward Rite




[1]
Beneath the forms of outward rite
Thy supper Lord is spread
In every quiet upper room
Where fainting souls are fed.

[2]
The bread is always consecrate
Which men divide with men;
And every act of brotherhood
Repeats Thy feast again.

[3]
The blessed cup is only passed
True memory of Thee
When life anew pours out its wine
With rich sufficiency.

[4]
O Master through these symbols shared
Thine own dear self impart
That in our daily life may flame
The passion of Thy heart.