| Text: | Here at Thy Table, Lord |
| Author: | May P. Hoyt |
1 As to thy banquet hall
We enter in,
We know thy grace and pow'r
Now save from sin:
Here at thy table, Lord,
This sacred hour,
O let us feel thee near
In loving pow'r.
2 Sit at the feast, dear Lord,
Break thou the bread;
Fill thou the cup that brings
Lift to the dead:
That we may have the peace
Found but in thee,
And dwell, dively kept,
In liberty.
3 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
With thee at last.
4 Come then, O holy Christ,
Feed us, we pray;
Touch with thy pierced hand
Each common day;
Making this earthly life
Full of thy grace,
Till in the home of heav'n
We find our place.
Amen.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | As to thy banquet hall |
| Title: | Here at Thy Table, Lord |
| Author: | May P. Hoyt |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1953 |