The True Bread

True bread of life

in pi­ty­ing mer­cy giv’n

Long fam­ished souls to strength­en and to feed;

Christ Je­sus

Son of God

true bread of Heav’n

Thy flesh is meat

Thy blood is drink in­deed.

I can­not fam­ish

though this earth should fail

Tho’ life through all its fields should pine and die;

Though the sweet ver­dure should for­sake each vale

And ev­ery stream of ev­ery land run dry.

True tree of life! Of Thee I eat and live

Who eateth of Thy fruit shall nev­er die;

’Tis Thine the ev­er­last­ing health to give

The youth and bloom of im­mor­tal­ity.

Feeding on Thee

all weak­ness turns to pow­er

This sickly soul re­vives

like earth in spring;

Strength flow­eth on

and in each buoy­ant hour

This being seems all en­er­gy

all wing.

Jesus

our dy­ing

bur­ied

ris­en head

Thy Church’s life and Lord

Im­ma­nu­el!

At Thy dear cross we find th’eter­nal bread

And in Thy emp­ty tomb the liv­ing well.