Lord of Our Highest Love!

Lord of our high­est love!

Let now Thy peace be giv’n;

Fix all our thoughts on things ab­ove

Our hearts on Thee in Heav’n.

Then

dear­est Lord

draw near

Whilst we Thy ta­ble spread;

And crown the feast with heav’n­ly cheer

Thyself the liv­ing bread.

And when the loaf we break

Thine own rich bless­ing give

May all with lov­ing hearts par­take

And all new strength re­ceive.

Dear Lord! what me­mo­ries crowd

Around the sac­red cup!

The up­per room! Geth­se­ma­ne!

Thy foes! Thy lift­ing up!

O scenes of suf­fer­ing love

Enough our souls to win—

Enough to melt our hearts and prove

The an­ti­dote of sin.