Jesus, Master, hear me now, While I would renew my vow, And record Thy dying love; Hear, and help me from above. And as now I eat and drink, Let me truly, sweetly think Thou didst hang upon the tree, Broken, bleeding, there – for me. Bread of heav'n, on Thee we feed, For Thy flesh is meat indeed: Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread. Vine of heav'n Thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice: Lord, Thy wounds our healing give, To Thy cross we look and live.