“This is my body.”
“This is my blood.”
Praise the Father, who from heaven
Unto us such food has given
And, to mend what we have done,
Gave into death his only Son.
Then hold fast with faith unshaken
That this food is to be taken
By the souls who are distressed,
By hearts that long for peace and rest.
If your heart this truth professes
And your mouth your sin confesses,
Surely you will be his guest
And at his banquet ever blest.
— “Jesus Christ, Our Blessed Savior,” CW 313:7-8.
He is the word made flesh given to us.