Most holy Son of God, incarnate for us You set a table in our midst For the one who loved, the one who sold you out The one who lied and ran away Without one or the other It would not be complete You invite us to this table One and the same Most holy Son of Man, you've broken for us Your bread and body, wine and blood For the ones who seek, the ones who sought your end The ones who mourned the dying day Without criminals and robbers Hanging justly accused We might miss your forgiveness Of one and the same Most holy Prince of Peace, stooped down on a knee To wash the feet of your friends The ones who knew not yet what you would do To prove the depth of your love If not for blinded disciples We may not know the tale Scales fall down as our eyes open One and the same