Shepherd of souls, re­fresh and bless
Thy chos­en pil­grim flock
With man­na in the wil­der­ness,
With wa­ter from the rock.

Hungry and thirs­ty, faint and weak,
As Thou when here be­low,
Our souls the joys ce­les­ti­al seek
Which from Thy sor­rows flow.

We would not live by bread alone,
But by Thy Word of grace,
In strength of which we tra­vel on
To our abid­ing place.

Be known to us in break­ing bread,
But do not then de­part;
Savior, abide with us, and spread
Thy ta­ble in our heart.

Lord, sup with us in love di­vine;
Thy body and Thy blood,
That liv­ing bread, that heav’n­ly wine,
Be our im­mor­tal food.