True bread of life, in pi­ty­ing mer­cy giv’n,
Long fam­ished souls to strength­en and to feed;
Christ Je­sus, Son of God, true bread of Heav’n,
Thy flesh is meat, Thy blood is drink in­deed.

I can­not fam­ish, though this earth should fail,
Tho’ life through all its fields should pine and die;
Though the sweet ver­dure should for­sake each vale,
And ev­ery stream of ev­ery land run dry.

True tree of life! Of Thee I eat and live,
Who eateth of Thy fruit shall ne­ver die;
’Tis Thine the ev­er­last­ing health to give,
The youth and bloom of im­mor­ta­li­ty.

Feeding on Thee, all weak­ness turns to pow­er,
This sickly soul re­vives, like earth in spring;
Strength flow­eth on, and in each buoy­ant hour,
This being seems all en­er­gy, all wing.

Jesus, our dy­ing, bur­ied, ris­en head,
Thy Church’s life and Lord, Im­ma­nu­el!
At Thy dear cross we find th’eter­nal bread,
And in Thy emp­ty tomb the liv­ing well.