I Come, O Savior, To Thy Table

1 I come, O Savior, to Thy table, For weak and weary is my soul; Thou, Bread of Life, alone art able To satisfy and make me whole: Lord, may Thy body and Thy blood Be for my soul the highest good!

2 Oh, grant that I in manner worthy May now approach Thy heav'nly board And, as I lowly bow before Thee, Look only unto Thee, O Lord!

3 Unworthy though I am, O Savior, Because I have a sinful heart, Yet Thou Thy lamb wilt banish never, For Thou my faithful Shepherd art:

4 Oh, let me loathe all sin forever As death and poison to my soul That I through willful sinning never May see Thy judgment take its toll!

5 Thy heart is filled with fervent yearning That sinners may salvation see Who, Lord, to Thee in faith are turning; So I, a sinner, come to Thee.