1 Upon thy table, Lord, we place
these symbols of our work and thine,
life's food won only by thy grace,
who giv'st to all the bread and wine.
2 Within these simple things there lie
the height and depth of human life,
our prayer and thought, our tears and toils,
our hopes and fears, our joy and strife.
3 Accept them, Lord; from thee they come;
we take them humbly at thy hand.
These gifts of thine for higher use
we offer, as thou dost command.
|First Line:||Upon thy table, Lord, we place|
|Title:||Upon Thy Table, Lord, We Place|
|Author:||M. F. C. Willson|