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:

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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!

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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:

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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My heart has now be­come Thy dwell­ing,
O bless­èd, ho­ly Tri­ni­ty.
With an­gels I, Thy prais­es tell­ing,
Shall live in joy eter­nal­ly.

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