Hungry, Lord, for Thy Word of truth,
Sitting at my Sav­ior’s feet;
Rising, glean­ing, just like Ruth,
Feed me on the fin­est of the wheat.

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Bread of life it is now to me,
Honey, milk and meat;
In Thy love I will ev­er be
Fed upon the fin­est of the wheat.

Work for the Mas­ter I will do,
Trusting in His strength so great;
Living in His pas­tures new,
Feed me on the fin­est of the wheat.

Refrain

Then to the har­vest let us go,
Bugles sound­ing no re­treat;
Workers for Je­sus, He wants you
Fed up­on the fin­est of the wheat.

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