As they’re gathered ‘round the table,
Sadness clouds His mind,
“I long to share this Passover before my suffering,

For My next feast will be in heaven, when you’re with Me again.”

 

He took the cup, gave thanks to God,

And bid his disciples, “Drink,

For I will not partake of it again,

‘Til the kingdom comes to be.”

 

Now as we come to meet with Christ,

We stand in the cross’ saving light,

With hearts cleansed by His blood,

His peace like a river flows within.

 

As we receive the bread and wine,

Of his broken body and spilled blood,

The garden of agony flashes before us,

And we feel the weight He bore.

 

Oh, what sacrifice, Majesty Divine,

Incomprehensible love, forever mine!

Praise be to the Lamb, eternally adored,

Bound up with Christ, we’re forever restored.

 

Together we wait our Savior’s return,

What glory awaits, our hearts brightly yearn!

We proclaim His death with this bread and wine,

Someday soon, we’ll partake of it in heaven sublime.