My God, and Is Thy Table Spread?

My God

and is Thy ta­ble spread

And does Thy cup with love o’er­flow?

Thither be all Thy child­ren led

And let them all its sweet­ness know.

Hail

sac­red feast

which Je­sus makes!

Rich ban­quet of His flesh and blood!

Thrice hap­py he

who here par­takes

That sac­red stream

that heav’n­ly food!

Why are its dain­ties all in vain

Before un­will­ing hearts dis­played?

Was not for you the Vic­tim slain?

Are you for­bid the child­ren’s bread?

O let Thy ta­ble hon­ored be

And fur­nished well with joy­ful guests;

And may each soul sal­va­tion see

That here its sac­red pledg­es tastes.

Let crowds ap­proach

with hearts pre­pared;

With hearts in­flamed let all at­tend;

Nor

when we leave our Fa­ther’s board

The plea­sure

or the pro­fit end.

Revive thy dy­ing church­es

Lord

And bid our droop­ing grac­es live;

And more that en­er­gy af­ford

A Sav­ior’s blood alone can give.