Thy table I ap­proach,
Dear Sav­ior, hear my pra­yer;
Oh, let no un­re­pent­ed sin
Prove hurt­ful to me there!

Lo, I con­fess my sins
And mourn their wretch­ed bands;
A con­trite heart is sure to find
Forgiveness at Thy hands.

Thy body and Thy blood,
Once slain and shed for me,
Are taken here with mouth and soul,
In blest re­al­ity.

Search not how this takes place,
This won­drous mys­te­ry;
God can ac­comp­lish vast­ly more
Than seem­eth plain to thee.

Vouchsafe, O bless­èd Lord,
That earth and hell com­bined
May ne’er about this sac­ra­ment
Raise doubt with­in my mind.

Oh, may I ne­ver fail
To thank Thee day and night
For Thy true bo­dy and true blood
O God, my peace and light!