Beneath The Forms Of Outward Rite

Beneath the forms of outward rite

Thy supper, Lord, is spread

In every quiet upper room

Where fainting souls are fed.

The bread is always consecrate

Which men divide with men;

And every act of brotherhood

Repeats Thy feast again.

The blessèd cup is only passed,

True memory of Thee,

When life anew pours out its wine

With rich sufficiency.

O Master, through these symbols shared,

Thine own dear self impart,

That in our daily life may flame

The passion of Thy heart.