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, has set us free.

Brethren! In Thee, in union sweet, For ever be Thy grace adored! ' Tis in Thy Name that now we meet, And know Thou'rt with us, gracious Lord.

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