Here are the bread and wine Of sacrifice, Signs of the love divine. Homely the bread we eat, The wine we drink, Harvest of vine and wheat. Christ in the commonplace Of bread and wine, Offers himself, his grace. This is my Body, he said, This is my Blood, Broken for you and shed. Those who on him shall feed Shall never die; They shall have life indeed. Come, then, O holy Guest, And be the Host, Yourself our Food and Feast.