My Life Must Be Christ’s Broken Bread,
My Love His Out Poured Wine,
A Cup Overfilled, A Table Spread
Beneath His Name And Sign.
That Other Souls, Refreshed And Fed,
May Share His Life Through Mine.

My All Is In The Master’s Hands
For Him To Bless And Break;
Beyond The Brook His Wine Press Stands
And Thence My Way I Take,
Resolved The Whole Of Love’s Demands
To Give, For His Dear Sake.

Lord, Let Me Share That Grace Of Thine
Wherewith Thou Didst Sustain
The Burden Of The Fruitful Vine,
The Gift Of Buried Grain.
Who Dies With Thee, O Word Divine,
Shall Rise And Live Again.