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.