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 eat that heav'nly Bread;
But these Provisions, which we taste,
Can raise us from the Dead.]
4 Blest 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 heav'nly 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 Pow'r shall raise
Our Bodies from the Tomb.]
|First Line:||Let us adore th' eternal Word|
|Topic:||Christ: Bread of Life|