I Come, O Savior, to Thy Table

I come

O Sav­ior

to Thy ta­ble

For weak and wea­ry is my soul;

Thou

Bread of Life

alone art able

To sa­tis­fy and make me whole:

Lord

may Thy bo­dy and Thy blood

Be for my soul the high­est good!

Oh

grant that I in man­ner wor­thy

May now ap­proach Thy heav’n­ly board

And

as I low­ly bow be­fore Thee

Look on­ly un­to Thee

O Lord!

Unworthy though I am

O Sav­ior

Because I have a sin­ful heart

Yet Thou Thy lamb wilt ban­ish nev­er

For Thou my faith­ful Shep­herd art:

Oh

let me loathe all sin for­ev­er

As death and poi­son to my soul

That I through will­ful sin­ning nev­er

May see Thy judg­ment take its toll!

Thy heart is filled with fer­vent yearn­ing

That sin­ners may sal­va­tion see

Who

Lord

to Thee in faith are turn­ing;

So I

a sin­ner

come to Thee.

Weary am I and hea­vy la­den

With sin my soul is sore op­prest;

Receive me gra­cious­ly and glad­den

My heart

for I am now Thy guest.

Thou here wilt find a heart most low­ly

That hum­bly falls before Thy feet

That du­ly weeps o’er sin

yet sole­ly

Thy mer­it pleads

as it is meet.

By faith I call Thy ho­ly table

The tes­ta­ment of Thy deep love;

For

lo

there­by I now am able

To see how love Thy heart doth move.

What high­er gift can we in­her­it?

It is faith’s bond and so­lid base;

It is the strength of heart and spir­it

The co­ve­nant of hope and grace.

This feast is man­na

wealth ab­ound­ing

Unto the poor

to weak ones pow­er

To an­gels joy

to hell con­found­ing

And life for me in death’s dark hour.

Thy bo­dy

giv’n for me

O Sav­ior

Thy blood which Thou for me didst shed

These are my life and strength for­ev­er

By them my hung­ry soul is fed.

With Thee

Lord

I am now unit­ed;

I live in Thee and Thou in me.

No sor­row fills my soul

de­light­ed

It finds its on­ly joy in Thee.

Who can con­demn me now? For sure­ly

The Lord is nigh

who jus­ti­fies.

No hell I fear

and thus se­cure­ly

With Je­sus I to Heav­en rise.

Though death may threat­en with dis­as­ter

It can­not rob me of my cheer;

For He who is of death the Mas­ter

With aid and com­fort e’er is near.

My heart has now be­come Thy dwell­ing

O bless­èd

ho­ly Tri­ni­ty.

With an­gels I

Thy prais­es tell­ing

Shall live in joy eter­nal­ly.