The first day of the week His own, in sad despair, Could not believe for very joy The risen Lord was there. Obedient to his word, They shared what Jesus gave, And, one in him, in breaking bread Knew what it cost to save. Each day throughout the week As on the Lord's own day, They walked in newfound liberty his true and living way. So on this joyful day From needless burdens freed, We keep the feast he made for us To fit our inmost need. How soon we forge again The fetters of our past: As long as Jesus lives in us So long our freedoms last. Today his people meet, Today his word is sown; Lord Jesus, show us how to use This day we call your own.