LORD’S SUPPER 315 I Come, O Savior, to Thy Table 1 Cor. 11: 28 9. 8. 9. 8. 8. 8. Ich komm’ zu deinem Abendmahle Friedrich C. Heyder, 1710, cento Tr., composite Ich sterbe täglich Ms., Municipal Library Leipzig, 1756 For death cause now weak and May As Be I ap and ior, thy ble, er proach poi have wea son a Thy ry O that let wor grant come, loathe though I Sav me thy 4 Oh, 3 Un 2 Oh, 1 I Ta wor for O ner Thy ev Sav all I in ior, man am, sin to er er Thee, ble a fore ning ish be art nev nev May For Look To is heav’n sin to soul heart, Board And, That Yet soul; Thou, my ful ly my ly a wilt sin ban bow lone ful through Thy I of as wil Life, Bread Thou low I lamb may bod Thy Lord, y Thy and fy un Thy my ly is ment ful to Judg faith on see Thou and sat its herd O me toll! art! Lord! whole: take Shep Thee, make est good! high men. A Be blood the soul for my 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. 6 Weary am I and heavy laden, With sin my soul is sore opprest; Receive me graciously, and gladden My heart, for I am now Thy guest. 7 Thou here wilt find a heart most lowly That humbly falls before Thy feet, That duly weeps o’er sin, yet solely Thy merit pleads, as it is meet. 8 By faith I call Thy holy Table The testament of Thy deep love; For, lo, thereby I now am able To see how love Thy heart doth move. 9 What higher gift can we inherit? It is faith’s bond and solid base; It is the strength of heart and spirit, The covenant of hope and grace. 10 This feast is manna, wealth abounding Unto the poor, to weak ones pow’r, To angels joy, to hell confounding, And life for us in death’s dark hour. 11 Thy body, given for me, O Savior, Thy blood which Thou for me didst shed, These are my life and strength forever, By them my hungry soul is fed. 12 With Thee, Lord, I am now united; I live in Thee and Thou in me. No sorrow fills my soul, delighted It finds its only joy in Thee. 13 Who can condemn me now? For surely The Lord is nigh, who justifies. No hell I fear, and thus securely, With Jesus I to heaven rise. 14 Though death may threaten with disaster, It cannot rob me of my cheer; For He who is of death the Master With aid and comfort e’er is near. 15 My heart has now become Thy dwelling, O blessèd Holy Trinity. With angels I, Thy praises telling, Shall live in joy eternally.