O Living Bread From Heaven | ![]() |
Johann Rist, 1651
O living Bread from heaven, How richly hast Thou fed Thy guest! The gifts Thou now hast given Have filled my heart with joy and rest. O wondrous food of blessing, O cup that heals our woes! My heart, this gift professing, In thankful songs o'erflows; For while the faith within me Was quickened by this food, My soul hath gazed upon Thee, My highest, only Good.
2. My God, Thou here hast led me | 7. A heart that hath repented And mourns for sin with bitter sighs, Thou, Lord, art well contented With this my only sacrifice. I know that in my weakness Thou wilt despise me not, But grant me in Thy meekness The blessing I have sought; Yes, Thou wilt hear with favor The song that now I raise, For meet and right 'tis ever That I should sing Thy praise.
8. Grant what I have partaken |
9. Oh, well for me that, strengthened With heavenly food and comfort here, Howe'er my course be lengthened, I now may serve Thee free from fear! Away, then, earthly pleasure! All earthly gifts are vain; I seek a heavenly treasure, My home I long to gain, My God, where I shall praise Thee, Where none my peace destroy, And where my soul shall raise Thee Glad songs in endless joy. |