From ancient words, a table set,
A holy meal where grace is met.
The common bread, the shared cup’s stain,
A humble approach to our Savior’s pain.
“What does the Lord require of you?”
Not empty praise, nor rituals due;
No ram, nor oil, nor costly price,
But hearts made whole, a new sacrifice.
Act justly, overcome evil with good…
Love mercy, for our sister- and brotherhood…
Walk humbly, this our sacred tread…
Pick up your cross and follow where He has led.
The table waits, both here and there,
For humble hearts who truly care.
For in this meal, our souls are fed,
A cup of wine and portioned bread.
This is a gift we could not hope to earn,
A lesson in a love our greatest concern.
So, with the bread and with the blessed wine,
We join as one, in fellowship divine.
The broken bread, His body given,
That justice might be sealed in heaven.
His mercy pours from every vine,
A covenant, a holy sign.
In remembrance, our voices raise
As we sing, we give You praise…