O food to pil­grims given,
O bread of life from Hea­ven,
O man­na from on high!
We hun­ger, Lord, sup­ply us,
Nor Thy de­lights de­ny us,
Whose hearts to Thee draw nigh.

O stream of love past tell­ing,
O purest fount­ain well­ing
From out the Sav­ior’s side!
We faint with thirst; re­vive us,
Of Thine abun­dance give us,
And all we need pro­vide.

O Je­sus, by Thee bid­den,
We here adore Thee,
Hidden in forms of bread and wine.
Grant when the veil is riv­en,
We may be­hold, in Hea­ven,
Thy coun­te­nance di­vine.