O God, un­seen yet ev­er near,
Thy pre­sence may we feel;
And thus in­spired with ho­ly fear,
Before Thine al­tar kneel.

Here may Thy faith­ful people know
The bless­ings of Thy love,
The streams that through the de­sert flow,
The man­na from above.

We come, obe­di­ent to Thy Word,
To feast on heav’n­ly food;
Our meat the bo­dy of the Lord,
Our drink His pre­cious blood.

Thus may we all Thy Word ob­ey,
For we, O God, are Thine;
And go re­joic­ing on our way,
Renewed with strength di­vine.