Now the Lord our souls has fed

Now the Lord our souls has fed

With Himself

the Living Bread;

Fed us

sitting at His feet

With the finest of the wheat.

We have endless treasure found;

We have all things and abound;

Rich abundance and to spare;

Shall we not the blessing share?

For

while we are feasting here

Starving millions

far and near

Call us with the bitter cry:

Come and help us

or we die.

In this day of full increase

Shall we

can we

hold our peace?

Staying here we do not well;

Now then

let us go and tell:

Tell how He hath set us free

How He leads triumphantly;

How He satisfies our need;

How His rest is rest indeed.

Speak

for we

Thy servants

hear;

Thou hast taught us not to fear;

And whate’er Thy word shall be

We can do it

Lord

in Thee.