O Master of the human heart,
Emmanuel, one with us Thou art;
But never closer to our breast
Than in Thy tender last behest,
" Child of My love, hear thou My plea,
Do this in memory of Me. "

Dark is the veil that hangs between
Our mortal eye and things unseen;
But in these pledges of Thy grace
By faith we see Thee face to face,
And hear Thy accents in the plea,
" Do this in memory of Me. "

The golden links which brethren bind
Are strain'd too soon, too oft untwined,
But in this feast Thy children meet
Around One Father's mercy-seat,
All hearts responsive to one plea,
" Do this in memory of Me. "

O blessed banquet of delight!
O daybreak of the pilgrim's night!
The banner over us is love,
While steals in music from above,
The Bridegroom's strong persistent plea,
" Do this in memory of Me. "