1 By Christ redeemed, In Christ restored, We keep the memory adored, And show the death of our dear Lord, Until He come. 2 His broken body in our stead is here, In his memorial bread; And so our feeble love is fed, Until He come. 3 His fearful drops of agony, His lifeblood shed for us we see; The wine shall tell the mystery, Until He come. 4 And thus that dark betrayal night, With the last advent we unite The shame, the glory, by this rite, Until He come.