I am the Bread of life. He who comes to Me will never go hungry. John 6:35
Words: Mary A. Lathbury, 1877; verses 3–4, Alexander Groves, in the Wesleyan Methodist Magazine (London: September 1913). Lathbury wrote this hymn, and Day Is Dying in the West, on the shores of Lake Chautauqua, New York.
Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me,
As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!
Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, to me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall;
And I shall find my peace, my all in all.
Thou art the bread of life, O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth that saveth me;
Give me to eat and live with Thee above;
Teach me to love Thy truth, for Thou art love.
O send Thy Spirit, Lord, now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes, and make me see:
Show me the truth concealed within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed I see the Lord.