Thy brok­en bo­dy, gra­cious Lord,
Is sha­dowed by this brok­en bread;
The wine which in this cup is poured,
Points to the blood which Thou hast shed.

And while we meet to­ge­ther thus,
We show that we are one in Thee;
Thy pre­cious blood was shed for us,
Thy death, O Lord, hast set us free!

We have one hope that Thou wilt come,
Thee in the air we wait to see,
When Thou wilt give Thy saints a home,
And we shall ev­er reign with Thee.