O Food of Men Wayfaring

O food of men way­far­ing

The bread of an­gels shar­ing

O man­na from on high!

We hun­ger; Lord

sup­ply us

Nor Thy de­lights de­ny us

Whose hearts to Thee draw nigh.

O stream of love past tell­ing

O pur­est fount­ain

well­ing

From out the Sav­ior’s side!

We faint with thirst; re­vive us

Of Thine abun­dance give us

And all we need pro­vide.

O Je­sus

by Thee bid­den

We here adore Thee

hid­den

’Neath forms of bread and wine.

Grant when the veil is riv­en

We may be­hold

in Heav­en

Thy coun­te­nance di­vine.