1 Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine;
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood, the wine.
2 He that prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast,
Upon the sacrifice.
3 O was there ever love so free,
Dear Saviour, so divine!
Well Thou may'st claim that heart of me
Which owes so much to Thine.
4 Yea, surely Thou shalt have my heart,
My soul, my strength, my all;
With life itself I'll freely part,
My Jesus, at Thy call.
Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #242