Jesus, to thy table led, Now let every heart be fed With the true and living Bread. | While in penitence we kneel, Thy blest presence let us feel, All thy wondrous love reveal. | While on thy dear cross we gaze, Mourning o'er our sinful ways, Turn our sadness into praise. | When we taste the mystic wine, Of thine outpoured Blood the sign; Fill our hearts with love divine. | Draw us to thy wounded side, Whence there flowed the healing tide; There our sins and sorrows hide. | From the bonds of sin release; Cold and wavering faith increase; Lamb of God, grant us thy peace. | Lead us by thy piercèd hand, Till around thy throne we stand, In the bright and better land. | |