Lord Jesus Christ, Thou Living Bread

Lord Je­sus Christ

Thou liv­ing bread

May I for mine pos­sess Thee.

I would with heav’n­ly food be fed;

Descend

re­fresh

and bless me.

Now make me meet for Thee

O Lord;

Now

hum­bly by my heart im­plored

Grant me Thy grace and mer­cy.

Thou me to pas­tures green dost guide

To quiet wa­ters lead me;

Thy table Thou dost well pro­vide

And from Thy hand dost feed me.

Sin

weak­ness

and in­firm­ity

Am I; O Sav­ior

give to me

The cup of Thy sal­va­tion.

O Bread of Heav’n

my soul’s de­light

For full and free re­mis­sion

With pray­er I come be­fore Thy sight

In sor­row and con­tri­tion.

With faith ad­orn my soul that I

May to Thy ta­ble now draw nigh

With Thine own pre­pa­ra­tion.

I mer­it not Thy fa­vor

Lord

Sin now up­on me li­eth;

Beneath my bur­den

self-ab­horred

To Thee my spir­it crieth.

In all my grief this com­forts me

That Thou on sin­ners gra­cious­ly

Lord Je­sus

hast com­pass­ion.