Verse 1
Father, thy feeble children meet,
And make thy faithful mercies known;
Give us thro’ faith the flesh to eat,
And drink the blood of Christ thy Son;
Honour thine own mysterious ways,
Thy sacramental presence shew,
And all the fullness of thy grace,
With Jesus, on our souls bestow.

Verse 2
Father, our sacrifice receive,
Our souls and bodies we present,
Our goods, and vows, and praises give,
Whate’er thy bounteous love hath lent.
Thou can’st not now our gift despise,
Cast on that all-atoning Lamb,
Mixt with that bleeding sacrifice,
And offer’d up thro’ Jesu’s name.