O Living Bread from heaven

Verse 1

O living bread from heaven, How you have fed your guest! The gifts you now have 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!

Verse 2

My Lord, you here have led me Within your holiest place, And here yourself have fed me With treasures of your grace; And you have freely given What earth could never buy, The bread of life from heaven, That now I shall not die.

Verse 3

You gave me all I wanted, That food can death destroy; And you have freely granted The cup of endless joy. Ah, Lord, I do not merit The favor you have shown, And all my soul and spirit Bow down before your throne.

Verse 4

Lord, grant me that, thus strengthened With heav'nly food, while here My course on earth is lengthened, To serve you, Lord most dear. And when you call my spirit To leave this world below, I enter, through your merit, Where joys unmingled flow.