1 At thy command, O Lord, our hope,
We come around thy table here;
We break the bread, we bless the cup,
That show thy death, till thou appear.

2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above
From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And cast their scandals on thy cause!
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumph in his cross.

4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead hath left the tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.