1. I come, O Sa- vior, to Thy ta- ble, For weak and wear- y is my soul; Thou, Bread of Life, a- lone art ab- le To sa- tis- fy and make me whole: Lord, may Thy bo- dy and Thy blood Be for my soul the high- est good!

2. Oh, grant that I in man- ner wor- thy May now a- pproach Thy heav'n- ly board And, as I low- ly bow be- fore Thee, Look on- ly un- to Thee, O Lord!

3. Un- wor- thy though I am, O Sa- vior, Be- cause I have a sin- ful heart, Yet Thou Thy lamb wilt ba- nish ne- ver, For Thou my faith- ful Shep- herd art:

4. Oh, let me loathe all sin for- ev- er As death and poi- son to my soul That I through will- ful sin- ning ne- ver May see Thy judg- ment take its toll!

5. Thy heart is filled with fer- vent yearn- ing That sin- ners may sal- va- tion see Who, Lord, to Thee in faith are turn- ing; So I, a sin- ner, come to Thee.