Thy broken body, gracious Lord
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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.
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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.
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We have one hope—that thou wilt come:Thee in the air we wait to see;Then thou wilt give thy saints a home,And we shall ever reign with thee.