The Sacrament's My Time

The sacrament's my time for thought.
Am I living as I ought?
Is His countenance upon my face?
Do I imagine His embrace?

When I hear the sacred prayers
Do I cast on Him my cares? ​​
Do I feel that He prays for me?
That He shed blood in agony?

When I take of the sacrament,
Do I feel His atonement?
Do I take His name unto me?
Repenting quite humbly?

When I drink from the holy cup,
Do I think of Him enough?
Do I know He shed blood for me?
Am I His servant, witnessing?

Do I feel that He dwells inside?
Do my thoughts to Him confide?
In all I think, speak, seek, and feel
Have I the faith to do His will?