1 Your table I approach;
Dear Savior, hear my prayer.
Let not an unrepentant heart
Prove hurtful to me there.
2 Lord, I confess my sins
And mourn their wretched bands;
A contrite heart is sure to find
Forgiveness at Your hands.
3 Your body and Your blood,
Once slain and shed for me,
Are taken at Your table, Lord,
In blest reality.
4 Search not how this takes place,
This wondrous mystery;
God can accomplish vastly more
Than what we think could be.
5 O grant, most blessed Lord,
That earth and hell combined
May not about this sacrament
Raise doubt within my mind.
6 Oh, may I never fail
To thank You day and night
For Your true body and true blood,
O God, my peace and light.
Source: Lutheran Service Book #628