Jesus Christ, our bless­èd Sav­ior,
Turned away God’s wrath for­ev­er;
By His bit­ter grief and woe
He saved us from the ev­il foe.

As His pledge of love un­dy­ing
He, this pre­cious food sup­ply­ing,
Gives His bo­dy with the bread
And with the wine the blood He shed.

Whoso to this board re­pair­eth
May take heed how he pre­par­eth;
For if he does not be­lieve,
Then death for life he shall re­ceive.

Praise the Fa­ther, who from Hea­ven
Unto us such food hath giv­en
And, to mend what we have done,
Gave in­to death His on­ly Son.

Thou shalt hold with faith un­shak­en
That this food is to be tak­en
By the sick who are dis­tressed,
By hearts that long for peace and rest.

Christ says, “Come, all ye that la­bor,
And re­ceive My grace and fa­vor;
They who feel no want nor ill
Need no phy­si­cian’s help nor skill.

Useless were for thee My pass­ion
If thy works thy weal could fa­shion.
This feast is not spread for thee
If thine own sav­ior thou wilt be.

If thy heart this truth pro­fess­es,
And thy mouth thy sin con­fess­es,
His dear guest thou here shalt be,
And Christ Him­self shall ban­quet thee.