1 Thy table I approach,
Dear Savior, hear my prayer,
O let no unrepented sin
Prove hurtful to me there.

2 Lo, I confess my sins
And mourn their wretched bands;
A contrite heart is ever wont
To find grace at Thy hands.

3 Thy body and Thy blood,
Once slain and shed for me,
Are taken at Thy table here--
O wondrous mystery!

4 Ask not how this takes place,
Nor whether it can be;
God can accomplish vastly more
Than seemeth plain to thee.

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

Amen.