Let me see Thy agony.
Make Thy suffering real to me.
Let me feel the pain of Thine.
Make Thy anguish to be mine.

As the Supper I partake,
All for Thee I will forsake.
Let my life in harmony
With Thy will always be.

The loaf I break is to me
Thy suffering body on the tree.
The cup which now is passed round
Is Thy blood upon the ground.