Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 149

Jesu, my strength and hope,
My righteousness and power,
My soul is lifted up
Thy mercy to implore;
My hands I still stretch out to Thee,
My hands I fasten to the tree.
No more may they offend,
But do Thy work below;
Thou know'st I fain would spend
My life Thy praise to show;
Nor will Thy gracious love despise
A sinner's meanest sacrifice.
Thy wounds have wounded me,
Thy bloody cross subdued,
I feel my misery
And ever gasp for God;
My prayers, and griefs, and groans I join,
And mingle all my pangs with Thine.
Jesu, a soul receive,
Upon Thine altar cast
To die with Thee, and live
When all my deaths are past;
To live where grief can never rise,
To reign with Thee above the skies.