O Lord, Who Hast This Table Spread

Verse 1

O Lord, who hast this table spread, what royal fare thou dost provide, thy broken body for our bread, the cup from thine own wounds supplied!

Verse 2

But e'en this bread will be a stone, this cup of blessing mock our thirst, unless thy gracious hand alone shall bless and give them as at first.

Verse 3

O come, then, Lord, and here preside: give thine own welcome to each guest, nor let it be to love denied to lean confiding on thy breast.

Verse 4

Then rich the portion thou wilt give; no more the hung'ring heart can need; thyself the bread by which we live, thy precious blood our drink indeed.

Verse 5

Thus shall thy cross be lifted up till thou return, the King confessed, to call thine own with thee to sup within thy Father's Kingdom blest.

Verse 6

O Lord, on high now glorified, when wilt thou come to bring us home? Hear thou thy Spirit and thy Bride, and come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.