Here at Thy ta­ble, Lord, this sac­red hour,
O let us feel Thee near, in lov­ing pow­er,
Calling our thoughts away from self and sin
As to Thy ban­quet hall we en­ter in.

Sit at the feast, dear Lord, break Thou the bread;
Fill Thou the cup that brings life to the dead;
That we may find in Thee par­don and peace,
And from all bond­age win a full re­lease.

So shall our life of faith be full, be sweet;
And we shall find our strength for each day meet;
Fed by Thy liv­ing bread, all hun­ger past,
We shall be sa­tis­fied, and saved at last.

Come then, O ho­ly Christ, feed us, we pray;
Touch with Thy pierc­èd hand each com­mon day;
Making this earth­ly life full of Thy grace,
Till in the home of Hea­ven we find our place.