Something to feast the soul, O Lord,
Something to ga­ther from Thy Word,
Give us to­day;
That, where­so­e’er our feet may roam,
We may be draw­ing near­er home,
Each night, we pray.

Give us to­day our dai­ly bread,
That we, from Thy rich boun­ty fed,
May grow with­in;
That, ov­er­com­ing ev­ery foe,
The sweet re­ward of faith may know,
A rest from sin.

Give us a pa­tient spir­it, Lord,
For all the world can­not ac­cord
Such bliss­ful rest.
As, when we lean up­on Thy Word,
Thy pre­cious prom­is­es af­ford
To souls op­pressed.