We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast spread A table for Thy people here; Where we may taste the Living Bread, And feel Thy blessed presence near. | Here, where Thy people meet, Thou art; We hear Thy voice in accents sweet; Thy blood is wine to fainting heart, Thy flesh to hungry spirits meat. | Oh, help us, Lord, to feast with joy Upon the bounties of Thy grace; Here may no anxious thoughts annoy, Here may we see Thy loving face. | 187 O Christ, who, in Thy love untold, Didst give Thyself to death for man, Here at Thy table, Lord, unfold The beauty of Redemption's plan. | Oh, send Thy Spirit to our aid-- That Spirit promised long ago, When first the solemn feast was laid, Even in the valley of Thy woe. | And let Him bring sweet comfort near, And when we see the thorn-decked brow, We may remember He who died Is crowned with life immortal now. | |