Lord, Thou art our consecration

Lord, Thou art our consecration,
  Thou the consecrated One;
Thou hast satisfied the Father—
  Consecration thus was done.
When on earth Thou hadst no pleasure,
  Save to do the Father’s will;
Now Thou livest here within us,
  Consecration to fulfill.

Lord, we praise Thee for the picture:
  Consecration’s ram we see,
Burnt for God’s full satisfaction,
  Eaten and enjoyed to be.
Thou art now our ram, Lord Jesus,
  Offered for the will of God;
By Thy consecration, faultless,
  We may walk where Thou hast trod.

As we eat Thyself, Lord Jesus,
  Consecrated we become;
By Thy wondrous life within us,
  Thy obedience is our own.
No more need we strive and struggle,
  Consecrated try to be;
Consecration dwells within us—
  Now our part to eat of Thee.

Lord, we praise Thee, consecration
  Is nought else but Thee as food:
As we eat Thee and enjoy Thee,
  We are all made one with God;
One in will and one in purpose
  We become by eating Thee:
As we take and eat Thyself, Lord,
  Consecrated we will be.