The sacrament sacred, I reverently take.
Remembering Him, who died for my sake.
The soul now nourished, deep down within.
The Bread of Life vanquished, the ill-gotten sin.
The living water pure, it quenches my thirst.
Cleansed from sin, my heart wants to burst!
How do I thank, and with love honor Him?
Once a broken mortal, so full of sin.
I contemplate intently, His battle fought for me,
In a lonely cold garden, called Gethsemane.
His prayers that dark night, reaching beyond the stars.
When heaven watched earnestly, and wept from afar.
To be beaten, and scourged, and hung on a cross.
Displayed as a martyr, angels grieved for the loss.
Soon to be swallowed, victory there loomed.
For three days later, He rose from the tomb.
To be lifted in glory, and exalted to a throne.
So all who partake it, may join Him at home.
To my lips its sweet taste, each Sabbath day.
I promise obedience, a small price to pay.