Lord Je­sus Christ, Thou hast pre­pared
A feast for our sal­va­tion,
It is Thy body and Thy blood;
And at Thy in­vi­ta­tion
As wea­ry souls, with sin op­pressed,
We come to Thee for need­ed rest,
For com­fort, and for par­don.

Although Thou didst to Heav’n as­cend,
Where an­gel hosts are dwell­ing,
And in Thy pre­sence they be­hold
Thy glo­ry, all ex­cel­ling,
And though Thy peo­ple shall not see
Thy glo­ry and Thy ma­jes­ty
Till dawns the judg­ment morn­ing.

Yet, Sav­ior, Thou art not con­fined
To any ha­bi­ta­tion,
But Thou art pre­sent ev­ery­where
And with Thy con­gre­ga­tion.
Firm as a rock this truth shall stand,
Unmoved by any dar­ing hand
Or sub­tle craft and cunn­ing.

We eat this bread and drink this cup,
Thy pre­cious Word be­liev­ing
That Thy true bo­dy and Thy blood
Our lips are here re­ceiv­ing.
This word re­mains for­ev­er true,
And there is naught Thou canst not do;
For Thou, Lord, art al­migh­ty.

Though rea­son can­not un­der­stand
Yet faith this truth em­brac­es;
Thy bo­dy, Lord, is ev­ery­where
At once in ma­ny plac­es.
How this can be I leave to Thee,
Thy Word alone suf­fic­eth me,
I trust its truth un­fail­ing.

Lord, I be­lieve what Thou hast said,
Help me when doubts as­sail me;
Remember that I am but dust
And let my faith not fail me.
Thy sup­per in this vale of tears
Refreshes me and stills my fears
And is my price­less trea­sure.

Grant that we wor­thi­ly re­ceive
Thy sup­per, Lord, our Sav­ior,
And, tru­ly griev­ing o’er our sins,
May prove by our be­hav­ior
That we are thank­ful for Thy grace
And day by day may run our race,
In ho­li­ness in­creas­ing.

For Thy con­sol­ing sup­per, Lord,
Be praised through­out all ages!
Preserve it, for in ev­ery place
The world against it rag­es.
Grant that this sac­ra­ment may be
A bless­èd com­fort un­to me
When liv­ing and when dy­ing.