My Flesh is Meat Indeed

Verse 1

Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet, To feed on food divine; Thy body is the bread we eat, Thy precious blood, the wine.

Verse 2

He that prepares this rich repast, Himself comes down and dies; And then invites us thus to feast, Upon the sacrifice.

Verse 3

O was there ever love so free, Dear Saviour, so divine! Well Thou may'st claim that heart of me Which owes so much to Thine.

Verse 4

Yea, surely Thou shalt have my heart, My soul, my strength, my all; With life itself I'll freely part, My Jesus, at Thy call.

Verse 5

Amen.