Moved by Thy Spirit, Lord, O, how I hunger after righteousness!

I see the table that Thy grace has furnished me.

And drawing near in sweet communion with Thy saints,

Together lay the mountain of our sins beneath the Cross, take hold of Thee

And taste Thy goodness.  What wondrous love is this, my God,

That Thou hast given Thy Son, for me, unworthy sinner that I am –

His body broken and His precious blood poured forth in agony

In that accursed death upon the cross.  O perfect sacrificial Lamb!

By faith we cling to Thee and all salvation’s merits claim

Because of Thee; Flesh of Thy Flesh, Bone of Thy Bone

At one with Thee in Spirit.  And as diversity of grains does form the loaf

And berries, mingled, flow into one wine, we take Thy Life to be our own.

So feed and nourish us as we partake, undoubting.  Thou hast promised

That as surely as we taste and see this bread, this wine,

So surely Thou wilt satisfy our souls unto the everlasting life

That Thou has purchased with Thy flesh, Thy blood.  For we are Thine.