Zion, to Thy Savior Singing

Zion

to thy Sav­ior sing­ing

To thy prince and shep­herd bring­ing

Sweetest hymns of love and praise

Thou wilt nev­er reach the mea­sure

Of His worth

by all the trea­sure

Of thy most ec­sta­tic lays.

Of all won­ders that can thrill thee

And

with ad­or­ation fill thee

What than this can great­er be

That Him­self to thee He giv­eth?

He that eat­eth ev­er liv­eth

For the Bread of Life is He.

Fill thy lips to ov­er­flow­ing

With sweet praise

His mer­cy show­ing

Who this heav’n­ly ta­ble spread:

On this day so glad and ho­ly

To each long­ing spir­it low­ly

Giveth He the liv­ing Bread.

Here the King hath spread His ta­ble

Whereon eyes of faith are able

Christ our Pass­ov­er to trace:

Shadows of the law are go­ing

Light and life and truth in­flow­ing

Night to day is giv­ing place.

Lo

this an­gels’ food des­cend­ing

Heav’nly love is hi­ther send­ing

Hungry lips on earth to feed:

So the pas­chal lamb was giv­en

So the man­na came from Heav­en

Isaac was His type in­deed.

O Good Shep­herd

Bread life giv­ing

Us

Thy grace and life re­ceiv­ing

Feed and shel­ter ev­er­more;

Thou on earth our weak­ness guid­ing

We in Heav’n with Thee abid­ing

With all saints will Thee ad­ore.