Christ is our manna true

Christ is our manna true

Our bread of life indeed;

He’s our supply of nourishment

As on Him now we feed.

From Egypt Israel fled

Into a desert land;

Egyptian food they left behind

And wandering began.

One day

the manna fell

Oh

what a wondrous feat;

This was the bread the Lord had giv’n

For Israel to eat.

Unique this manna is

It comes with morning dew;

The visit of God’s grace it is

Forever fresh and new.

God is majestic

high

And greater than us all;

But that we may partake of Him

In Christ

He’s fine and small.

Though ground

or beat

or baked

He’s so available;

As bread and cakes and wafers fresh

We eat Him to the full.

Manna shows Him to be

The germ of life

the seed;

’Tis God Himself sown into us

The source of all we need.

Between the morning dew

And cold of winter snow

This manna too is frost which kills

Things negative below.

How pure and white and clean;

In type our Christ we see;

As we digest His element

He washes inwardly.

Manna with honey is;

Two lives this type does show;

One for the Lord’s redemptive work

And one His life to grow.

By eating more of Christ

We’ll be the less opaque;

We’ll then appear as bdellium

Transparent us to make.

Lord

as we’re eating here

And in the manna see

The riches of this glorious Christ

We’re filled with praise to Thee.