A Christmas Feast

A feast! A feast!
With things to drink and things to eat!
Prepare the breads and wines and meats!
Oh, the meats!
The goose, the turkey, of course, the lamb!
Work of our hands
Meat and wine... never hungry again

Now, run! To the top! Never tire!
Gather wood, we’ll have a fire!
Food’s provided, you needn’t worry
But, run! and climb! Up to the house now hurry!

Deck each corner! Holly and ivy!
‘Neath the sevenfold light of the moon!
Sing, now, sing! Of Christmastide
You’ll quickly pick up the tune

Now someone’s at the organ
Piping out a warm cheery tune
None could help but smile
To hear the old pipes fin’ly put to good use

Sing as we prepare the table!
Cloth and candle, cup and plate,
For unlike us the Master’s able
To tear the veil we couldn't take

Now all are seated, here He comes
Rise for the Master of the Feast
Such celebrations He’s always loved
But this is the one that never will cease

Watch carefully, He raises and breaks the bread!
And now down to the table
Now the wine, above His head
At level with the lintel

Ah, now he sits, now we sit
The Man is truly tender
Mark, how He lets any rest
His head upon His shoulder

Now around we all pass this truly blessed food
We labored hard to prepare it, but He has made it good.

Now each has had his fill
Never to be hungry again
We’ll dim the lights and be calm and still
And wait for the music to begin

Red bows are flick’ring ‘tween dark and light
In a dozen candles glow
Calm low hymns are sung quite right
There’s peace with every soul