1 Something to feast the soul, O Lord,
Something to gather from Thy Word,
Give us today;
That, wheresoe’er our feet may roam,
We may drawing nearer home,
Each night, we pray.
2 Give us today our daily bread,
That we, from Thy rich bounty fed,
May grow within;
That, overcoming every foe,
The sweet reward of faith may know,
A rest from sin.
3 Give us a patient spirit, Lord,
For all the world cannot accord
Such blissful rest
As, when we lean upon Thy Word,
Thy precious promises afford
To souls oppressed.
|First Line:||Something to feast the soul, O Lord|
|Title:||Something to Feast the Soul|
|Author:||Mrs. C. E. Taylor|