Great The Feast To Which Thou Lord

Great The Feast To Which Thou, Lord, Hast Bidden
Such A Worthless As Me;
’Tis An Awful Mystery, Deep And Hidden,
’Tis A Heavenly Legacy:
Contrite Souls, However By Sin Infected.
Are Made Welcome, Not One Is Rejected;
Else This Grace To Sinful Me
Never Could Extended Be.

Thou Thy Table Spreadest For The Needy,
Who May Feast And Take Their Fill;
Thou To Grant Thy Heavenly Gifts Are Ready,
And Thy Goodness To Reveal:
Soul And Body In This Rich Fruition
Gain From Thee, The Bread Of Life, Nutrition;
And We, As Thy Flesh And Bone,
Lord, With Thee Are Rendered One.