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Tuning: E A D G B E
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FIn bread we bring you, Lord, our bC7odieFs' labour. In wine wBbe offer you our spFirits' grief. We do not ask you, Lord, who isC my neFighbour, but stand Bbunited now, one Fin belief. O we have Bbgladly heCard your Word, Fyour holy DmWord, and now inG answerC, Lord, our gifFts we bring. Our selfisBbh hearts make Ctrue, our Ffailing fDmaith renew, our lives Gbelong toC you, our LoFrd and King
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FThe bread we offer you is blessedC7 anFd broken, and iBbt becomes for us our spFirits' food. Over the cup we bring your WorCd isF spoken; make it youBbr gift to us, your Fhealing blood. Take all tBbhat dailCy toil planFts in our hearDmts' poor soil, take all Gwe start and Cspoil, each hoFpeful dream, the chancBbes we have misCsed, the gFraces weDm resist, Lord, in tGhy EucharCist, take aFnd redeem.