1  Lord, Thou art our peace offering;

       We lay our hands on Thee.

    We're one with Thee, Lord Jesus,

       In fact and practically.

    Here in the tent of meeting

       We offer Thee to God

    And with the Father feasting

       Enjoy Thee as our food.

 2  O what a peace it gives us

       To see the sprinkled blood.

    The blood of our peace offering

       Has brought us peace with God.

    With boldness we're proclaiming —

       Now hear this, enemy —

    "Peace by the blood of Jesus!"

       This is our victory.

 3  Based on the burnt oblation

       And the meal offering too,

    We now may offer Jesus

       As our peace offering true.

    The more we eat and drink Him

       In His humanity,

    The more we may enjoy Him

       While feasting corporately.

 4  Here God enjoys His portion —

       'Tis inward, hidden, sweet —

    And all the priestly family

       May here the wave breast eat.

    The offering priest — how precious —

       May of the best partake:

    He gets the right heave shoulder

       And one unleavened cake.

 5  How sweet to eat the wave breast,

       The all-embracing love

    Of Christ in resurrection!

       It sets us all above.

    What strength to eat the shoulder

       Of the ascended One

    And with the cake be nourished

       To walk as He has done.

 6  With all the cleansed ones feasting,

       How rich the Christ we eat!

    Oh, this is true communion,

       The only way to meet.

    We bring our full thanksgiving

       And e'en would make a vow —

    We're for the Lord's recovery

       As He is for us now.