1 O risen Christ, still wounded,
triumphant, broken Life,
whose glory holds within it
the scars of human strife:
may we your living body,
the church that bears your name,
be likewise true in bearing
the marks of hurt and shame.
2 O risen Christ, still feeding
with fish and bread and wine,
whose care becomes incarnate
when word and deed combine;
so may your church be mindful
of every human need,
to nourish souls and bodies
and hungry hearts to feed.
3 O risen Christ, still reigning,
to let Love’s power be shown,
you took our human nature
and made a cross your throne:
convert your church from thinking
that worldly power is good;
awake us to discover
true strength in servanthood.
