Thy Table I Approach

Thy table I ap­proach

Dear Sav­ior

hear my pra­yer;

Oh

let no un­re­pent­ed sin

Prove hurt­ful to me there!

Lo

I con­fess my sins

And mourn their wretch­ed bands;

A con­trite heart is sure to find

Forgiveness at Thy hands.

Thy body and Thy blood

Once slain and shed for me

Are taken here with mouth and soul

In blest re­al­ity.

Search not how this takes place

This won­drous mys­te­ry;

God can ac­comp­lish vast­ly more

Than seem­eth plain to thee.

Vouchsafe

O bless­èd Lord

That earth and hell com­bined

May ne’er about this sac­ra­ment

Raise doubt with­in my mind.

Oh

may I nev­er fail

To thank Thee day and night

For Thy true bo­dy and true blood

O God

my peace and light!