1. THY table I approach,
Dear Saviour, 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--
A wondrous mystery!

4. Here I with mouth and soul,
Incomprehensibly,
Shall eat the precious flesh of Christ
In blest reality.

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

6. Vouchsafe, O blessed Lord,
That earth and hell combined,
May ne'er about this Sacrament
A doubt raise in my mind.

7. And may I never fail
To thank Thee day and night
For Thy true body and true blood,
O God, my Peace and Light!