O Bread to pilgrims given, O Food that angels eat, O Manna sent from Heaven, For Heav’n-born natures meet, Give us, for Thee long pining, To eat till richly filled; Till, earth’s delights resigning, Our every wish is stilled. O Water, life-bestowing, Forth from the Savior’s heart, A fountain purely flowing, A fount of love Thou art: O let us, freely tasting, Our burning thirst assuage; Thy sweetness, never wasting, Avails from age to age. Jesus, this feast receiving, We Thee unseen adore; Thy faithful word believing, We take, and doubt no more; Give us, Thou true and loving, On earth to live in Thee; Then, death the veil removing, Thy glorious face to see. |