Zion, to thy Sav­ior sing­ing,
To thy prince and shep­herd bring­ing,
Sweetest hymns of love and praise,
Thou wilt ne­ver reach the mea­sure
Of His worth, by all the trea­sure
Of thy most ec­sta­tic lays.

Of all won­ders that can thrill thee,
And, with ado­ra­tion fill thee,
What than this can great­er be,
That Him­self to thee He giv­eth?
He that eat­eth ev­er liv­eth,
For the Bread of Life is He.

Fill thy lips to ov­er­flow­ing
With sweet praise, His mer­cy show­ing
Who this heav’n­ly ta­ble spread:
On this day so glad and ho­ly,
To each long­ing spir­it low­ly
Giveth He the liv­ing Bread.

Here the King hath spread His ta­ble,
Whereon eyes of faith are able
Christ our Pass­ov­er to trace:
Shadows of the law are go­ing,
Light and life and truth in­flow­ing,
Night to day is giv­ing place.

Lo, this an­gels’ food des­cend­ing
Heav’nly love is hi­ther send­ing,
Hungry lips on earth to feed:
So the pas­chal lamb was giv­en,
So the man­na came from Hea­ven,
Isaac was His type in­deed.

O Good Shep­herd, Bread life giv­ing,
Us, Thy grace and life re­ceiv­ing,
Feed and shel­ter ev­er­more;
Thou on earth our weak­ness guid­ing,
We in Heav’n with Thee abid­ing,
With all saints will Thee ad­ore.