Thy Broken Body, Gracious Lord

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.