O bread to pil­grims given,
O food that an­gels eat,
O man­na sent from Hea­ven,
For Heav’n-born na­tures meet,
Give us, for Thee long pin­ing,
To eat till rich­ly filled;
Till, earth’s de­lights re­sign­ing,
Our ev­ery wish is stilled.

O Wa­ter, life-be­stow­ing,
Forth from the Sav­ior’s heart,
A foun­tain pure­ly flow­ing,
A fount of love Thou art:
O let us, free­ly tast­ing,
Our burn­ing thirst as­suage;
Thy sweet­ness, ne­ver wast­ing,
Avails from age to age.

Jesus, this feast re­ceiv­ing,
We Thee un­seen adore;
Thy faith­ful word be­liev­ing,
We take, and doubt no more;
Give us, Thou true and lov­ing,
On earth to live in Thee;
Then, death the veil re­mov­ing,
Thy glo­ri­ous face to see.