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Verse 1

Bread of heaven, on thee we feed
For thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread.

Verse 2

Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.

Verse 3

Day by day with strength supplied,
Thro’ the life of him who died,
Lord of life, oh, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

Verse 1

While, in sweet communion, feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Savior, may we see thee bleeding
On the cross, to make us thine.

Verse 2

Now, our eyes forever closing
To this fleeting world below,
On thy gentle breast reposing,
Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.

Verse 3

Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love,
Whisp’ring words of peace to cheer us,
Ev’ry doubt and fear remove.

Verse 4

Bring before us all the story
Of thy life, and death of woe;
And, with hopes of endless glory,
Wean our hearts from all below.

Verse 1

“Till he come!” oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords,
Let the “little while” between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heav’n and home
Lie beyond that “Till he come!”

Verse 2

When the weary ones we love
Enter on that rest above,
When their words of love and cheer
Fall no longer on our ear,
Hush! be ev’ry murmur dumb,
It is only “Till he come!”

Verse 3

Clouds and darkness round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss,
Death, and darkness, and the tomb
Pain us only “Till he come!”

Verse 4

See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and eat the bread:
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Call us round his heavn’ly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only “Till he come!”