O liv­ing bread from Hea­ven,
How hast Thou fed Thy guest!
The gifts Thou now hast giv­en
Have filled my heart with rest.
O won­drous food of bless­ing,
O cup that heals our woes,
My heart, this gift pos­sess­ing,
In thank­ful song o’er­flows!

My Lord, Thou here hast led me
Within Thy ho­li­est place,
And there Thy­self hast fed me
With trea­sures of Thy grace;
And Thou hast free­ly giv­en
What earth could ne­ver buy,
The Bread of Life from Hea­ven,
That now I shall not die.

Thou giv­est all I want­ed,
The food can death de­stroy;
And Thou has free­ly grant­ed
The cup of end­less joy.
And Lord, I do not mer­it
The fa­vor Thou hast shown,
And all my soul and spir­it
Bow down be­fore Thy throne.

Lord, grant me that, thus strength­ened
With hea­ven­ly food, while here
My course on earth is length­ened,
I serve with ho­ly fear;
And when Thou call’st my spir­it
To leave this world be­low,
I enter, through Thy mer­it,
Where joys un­min­gled flow.