Here the hungry find plenty,
Here the thirsty shall drink.
Here at the supper of Jesus,
Come to the feast.

Like the child whose fishes
and loves fed the multitudes,
The little we have, broken and shared,
becomes abundant food.

Until the seed is given to the earth,
It is just a grain, but sown,
Its death brings new birth;
Harvest is rich;
What is lost is raised again.

In the stranger by our side,
In the least and last,
In the thirst for justice we share.
Christ is here in the breaking of the bread.