Let Us Adore th’Eternal Word

Let us ad­ore th’eter­nal Word

’Tis He our souls hath fed;

Thou art our liv­ing stream

O Lord

And Thou th’im­mor­tal bread.

The man­na came from low­er skies

But Je­sus from ab­ove

Where fresh­est springs of plea­sure rise

And riv­ers flow with love.

The Jews

the Fa­thers

died at last

Who eat that heav’n­ly bread;

But these pro­vi­sions which we taste

Can raise us from the dead.

Blest be the Lord

that gives His flesh

To nour­ish dy­ing men;

And oft­en spreads His ta­ble fresh

Lest we should faint again.

Our souls shall draw their heav’n­ly breath

While Je­sus finds sup­plies;

Nor shall our grac­es sink to death

For Je­sus nev­er dies.

Daily our mor­tal flesh de­cays

But Christ our life shall come;

His un­re­sist­ed pow­er shall raise

Our bo­dies from the tomb.