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94. O Living Bread from heaven
Holy Communion
(Index of Tunes, LXXIV.)
Tune.--"My soul, now praise thy Maker."
O Living Bread from heaven, How richly hast Thou fed Thy guest! The gifts Thou now hast given Have fill'd my heart with joy and rest. O wondrous food of blessing, O cup that heals our woes, My heart this gift possessing In thankful songs o'erflows; For while the life and strength in me Were 'd by this food, My soul hath gaz'd awhile on Thee, My highest, only Good!
My God, Thou here hast led me Within Thy temple's holiest place, And there Thyself hast fed me With all the treasures of Thy ; Oh boundless is Thy kindness, And righteous is Thy power, While I in sinful blindness Am erring hour by hour; And yet Thou comest, dost not spurn A sinner, Lord, like me! Ah how can I Thy love return, What gift have I for Thee?
A heart that hath , 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 The favour I have sought! Yes, Thou wilt deign in to heed The song that now I raise, For meet and right is it indeed That I should sing Thy praise.
Grant what I have partaken May through Thy so work in me, That sin be all forsaken, And I may cleave alone to Thee, And all my soul be heedful How she Thy love may know: For this alone is needful, Thy love should in me glow; Then let no beauty please mine eyes, No joy allure my heart, But what in Thee, my Saviour, lies, What Thou dost here impart.
O well for me that, strengthen'd With heavenly food and comfort here, Howe'er my course be lengthen'd, 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, Where I shall live and praise my God, And none my peace destroy, Where all the soul is overflow'd With pure eternal joy.
Wie wohl hast du gelabet