Bread of heaven, on thee we feed

for thy Flesh is meat indeed;
ever may our souls be fed
with this true and living Bread;
day by day with strength supplied
through the life of him who died.

Vine of heaven, thy Blood supplies
this blest Cup of sacrifice;
'tis thy wounds our healing give,
to thy cross we look and live:
Thou our life! oh let me be
grafted, rooted, built in thee.

for thy flesh is meat indeed:
ever may my soul be fed
with this true and living bread;
day by day with strength supplied
through the life of him who died.

Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies
this blest cup of sacrifice:
'tis thy wounds my healing give;
to thy cross I look and live:
thou my life, oh let me be
rooted, grafted, built on thee!