I'll follow You until the end
for 'tis this broken heart You mend
for 'tis Your broken body,
now my bread
in the moment where You bled
into this wine glass You commend
communion to us,
to You my Friend
death will never have us part
'tis known from the start
His nails driven for us
His wails cried for us
this must be the Love
'tis my soul that Thee do love.