1 Let us adore th' eternal Word, 'Tis he our souls hath fed; Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou th' immortal bread.
2 [The manna came from lower skies, But Jesus from above, Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise And rivers flow with love.
3 The Jews the fathers dy'd at last, Who ate that heavenly bread; But these provisions which we taste Can raise us from the dead.]
4 Bless'd be the Lord that gives his flesh To nourish dying men; And often spreads his table fresh, Lest we should faint again.
5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath While Jesus finds supplies; Nor shall our graces sink to death, For Jesus never dies.
6 [Daily our mortal flesh decays, But Christ our life shall come; His unresisted power shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.]