1 Your table I approach;
Dear Savior, hear my prayer.
Oh, let no unrepented sin
Prove hurtful to me there.
2 Lord, I confess my sins
And mourn their wretched bands;
A contrite heart is sure to find
Forgiveness at your hands.
3 Your body and your blood,
Once slain and shed for me,
Are taken at your table, Lord,
In blest reality.
4 Search not how this takes place,
This wondrous mystery;
God can accomplish vastly more
Than what we think could be.
5 Oh, grant, most blessed Lord,
That earth and hell combined
May not about this sacrament
Raise doubt within my mind.
6 Oh, may I never fail
To thank you day and night
For your true body and true blood,
O God, my peace and light.
|First Line:||Your table I approach|
|Title:||Your Table I Approach|
|Translator:||Matthias Loy, 1828-1915|
|Author:||Gerhard W. Molanus, 1633-1722|
|Topic:||The Lord's Supper|
|Source:||Trente quatre pseaumes de David, Geneva, 1551|
|Copyright:||Arrangement: Copyright 1982 Concordia Publishing House.|