Now the Lord our souls has fed,
With Him­self, the liv­ing bread;
Fed us, sit­ting at His feet,
With the fin­est of the wheat.

We have end­less trea­sure found;
We have all things and abound;
Rich abun­dance and to spare;
Shall we not the bless­ing share?

For, while we are feast­ing here,
Starving mill­ions, far and near,
Call us with the bit­ter cry:
Come and help us, or we die!

In this day of full in­crease,
Shall we, can we, hold our peace?
Staying here we do not well;
Now, then let us go and tell—

Tell how He hath set us free,
How He leads tri­um­phant­ly;
How He sa­tis­fies our need;
How His rest is rest in­deed.

Speak, for we, Thy ser­vants, hear;
Thou hast taught us not to fear;
And what­e’er Thy word shall be,
We can do it, Lord, in Thee.