Let us adore th’eter­nal Word,
’Tis He our souls hath fed;
Thou art our liv­ing stream, O Lord,
And Thou th’im­mor­tal bread.

The man­na came from low­er skies,
But Je­sus from above,
Where fresh­est springs of plea­sure rise,
And ri­vers flow with love.

The Jews, the Fa­thers, died at last,
Who eat that heav’n­ly bread;
But these pro­vi­sions which we taste
Can raise us from the dead.

Blest be the Lord, that gives His flesh
To nour­ish dy­ing men;
And oft­en spreads His ta­ble fresh,
Lest we should faint again.

Our souls shall draw their heav’n­ly breath
While Je­sus finds sup­plies;
Nor shall our grac­es sink to death,
For Je­sus ne­ver dies.

Daily our mor­tal flesh de­cays,
But Christ our life shall come;
His un­re­sist­ed pow­er shall raise
Our bo­dies from the tomb.