1 Thy Table I approach;
Dear Savior, hear my prayer;
Oh, let no unrepented sin
Prove hurtful to me there!
2 Lo, I confess my sins
And mourn their wretched bands;
A contrite heart is sure to find
Forgiveness at Thy hands.
3 Thy body and Thy blood,
Once slain and shed for me,
Are taken here with mouth and soul,
I blest reality.
4 Search not how this takes place,
This wondrous mystery;
God can accomplish vastly more
Than seemeth plain to thee.
5 Vouchsafe, O blessed Lord,
That earth and hell combined
May ne'er about this Sacrament
A doubt raise in my mind.
6 Oh, may I never fail
To thank Thee day and night
For Thy true body and true blood,
O God, my Peace and Light!
|First Line:||Thy Table I approach|
|Title:||Thy Table I Approach|
|German Title:||Ich trete frisch|
|Translator:||Matthias Loy (1880, alt.)|
|Author:||Gerhard W. Molanus (1673, cento)|
|Topic:||The Sacraments: The Lord's Supper|
|Source:||"Genevan Psalter," 1551|