O Living Bread from Heaven

O liv­ing bread from Heav­en

How hast Thou fed Thy guest!

The gifts Thou now hast giv­en

Have filled my heart with rest.

O won­drous food of bless­ing

O cup that heals our woes

My heart

this gift pos­sess­ing

In thank­ful song o’er­flows!

My Lord

Thou here hast led me

Within Thy ho­li­est place

And there Thy­self hast fed me

With trea­sures of Thy grace;

And Thou hast free­ly giv­en

What earth could nev­er buy

The Bread of Life from Heav­en

That now I shall not die.

Thou giv­est all I want­ed

The food can death de­stroy;

And Thou has free­ly grant­ed

The cup of end­less joy.

And Lord

I do not mer­it

The fa­vor Thou hast shown

And all my soul and spir­it

Bow down be­fore Thy throne.

Lord

grant me that

thus strength­ened

With heav­en­ly food

while here

My course on earth is length­ened

I serve with ho­ly fear;

And when Thou call’st my spir­it

To leave this world be­low

I enter

through Thy mer­it

Where joys un­min­gled flow.