Once more, dear God of grace

Verse 1

Once more, dear God of grace, Thy earthly courts we tread; We come to see thy face, And banquet with our Head; We long, we faint, we pant for thee; And hope that with us thou wilt be.

Verse 2

Though base and vile we are, Nor goodness have to bring, We cannot well despair, While Jesus is our King; He welcomes all by sin oppressed, Upon his grace to come and feast.

Verse 3

With Christ we would be fed; By faith upon him live; We wish no other bread, And thou hast this to give; Lord, fill us well with this rich food, And let us drink thy precious blood.