1 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, We keep the memory adored, And show the death of our dear Lord Until He come. 2 His body broken in our stead Is seen in this memorial bread, And so our feeble love is fed Until He come. 3 The drops of His dread agony, His life-blood shed for us, we see; The wine shall tell the mystery Until He come. 4 And thus that dark betrayal-night With the last advent we unite, By one blest chain of loving rite, Until He come. . 5 O blessed hope! with this elate; Let not our heart be desolate, But, strong in faith, in patience wait Until He come.