A table's laid,
A feast is spread,
The books arrayed.
Who serveth here? 'T is he who said:
I am the bread
That cometh down from heaven.
And men are bid;
His angels call
The throngs amid:
Come one and all, the feast is spread;
The Presence waits to bless the bread,
To pour the wine of heaven.
The Holy Word,
The Spirit's wine,
The tender Lord
Has set for thee. Wilt thou partake,
When he does break
The living bread of heaven?
Ho, come and eat
And drink with me;
My holy meat
Is set for thee! When thou hast prayed,
Christ comes with bread,
The living bread of heaven.
