You knew what was to come, You knew as God’s own Son You would be handed over, You would be led to die Instead of running scared, a precious meal prepared You offered up Yourself for all There at the table, You took the bread Broke it and blessed it and said This is my body, offered for you Given up once, once and for all Take it and eat it and when you do It’s in memory of me In those last few hours, You didn’t use your power But washed the others’ feet, a King upon his knees Just before You died, in the garden there you cried Oh Father not my will, but Yours There at the table, You took the wine Raised it, and made it divine This is my blood, offered for you My life poured out, once and for all Take it and drink it and when you do It’s in memory of me Your body and blood, we do believe Your presence so true, here we receive