JESUS, Master of the feast, The feast itself thou art, Now receive thy meanest...

JESUS, Master of the feast, The feast itself thou art, Now receive thy meanest guest, And comfort every heart: Give us living bread to eat, Manna that from heaven comes down, Fill us with immortal meat, And make thy nature known.

In this barren wilderness Thou hast a table spread, Furnished out with richest grace, Whate'er our souls can need; Still sustain us by thy love, Still thy servants' strength repair, Till we reach the courts above, And feast for ever there.