Fed upon the Finest of the Wheat

Hungry

Lord

for Thy Word of truth

Sitting at my Sav­ior’s feet;

Rising

glean­ing

just like Ruth

Feed me on the fin­est of the wheat.

Bread of life it is now to me

Honey

milk and meat;

In Thy love I will ev­er be

Fed upon the fin­est of the wheat.

Work for the Mas­ter I will do

Trusting in His strength so great;

Living in His pas­tures new

Feed me on the fin­est of the wheat.

Then to the har­vest let us go

Bugles sound­ing no re­treat;

Workers for Je­sus

He wants you

Fed up­on the fin­est of the wheat.