Invited, Lord, by bound­less grace,
I stand a guest be­fore Thy face;
As Host Thou spreadst no com­mon food:
Here is Thy bo­dy and Thy blood.

How ho­ly is this sac­ra­ment
Where par­don, peace, and life are spent!
This bread and cup my lips have pressed;
Thou blessedst, and my soul is blessed.

Now let­test Thou Thy guest de­part
With full as­sur­ance in his heart.
For such com­mun­ion, Lord, with Thee
A new life may my of­fer­ing be.

When Thou shalt in Thy glo­ry come
To ga­ther all Thy peo­ple home,
Then let me, as Thy heav’n­ly guest,
In an­thems praise Thee with the blest.