Recessional 337 When I survey the wondrous cross

Sermon 203 My God, thy table now is spread
Elect from every nation,
Yet one o’er all the earth;
Her charter of salvation,
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.

Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed:
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up, “How long?”
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song!

’Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore;
Till, with the vision glorious,
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.

Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won,
O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we
Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee.

Words as per Music Resources for Small Churches, Hymnal may be different.

Processional  585 (1) Jerusalem my happy home
Sermon          203 My God, thy table now is spread
Communion  192 O Food of men wayfaring
Recessional   337 When I survey the wondrous cross
Communion 192 O Food of men wayfaring
Processional 585 (1) Jerusalem my happy home