Along the shores of Galilee,

When Christ five thousand fed,

Not one was omitted

In the breaking of the bread.

Today they die in heathen lands,

They die in want and dread,

For they have been omitted

In the breaking of the Bread.

Long years have passed and few have heard

That Jesus Christ has bled,

That they might feed on Him who died

To be that Living Bread.

To gods of stone and wood they cry,

Yet they are never fed,

For they have been omitted

In the breaking of the Bread.

Great God, who gave Thine only Son,

Help us, now Spirit-led,

To tell the story of Thy love

To those who ask for bread.

Then gladly will we go or send,

Till this blest news has spread,

And they have been included

In the breaking of the Bread.