In bread we bring you Lord, our body’s’
labour. In wine we offer you our spirit’s
grief. We do not ask you, Lord, who is my
neighbor? But stand united now, in one
belief. For we have gladly heard your
Word, your holy Word, and now in answer,
Lord, our gifts we bring. Our selfish hearts
make true, our failing faith renew, our life
belongs to you, our Lord and King.
The bread we offer you is blessed and
broken, and it becomes for us our spirit’s
food. Over the cup we bring, your Word is
spoken; Make it your gift to us, your healing
blood. Take all that daily toil, plants in our
heart’s poor soil, take all we start and spoil,
each hopeful dream.
The chances we have missed, the graces we
resist, Lord, in thy Eucharist, take and redeem.
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