My Flesh is Meat Indeed

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.

Amen.


Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #242

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