410. 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.