O FOOD of pilgrims faltering low!
O Bread that angel hosts foreshow,
O Manna from on high,
Thou givest taste of Heaven's own life
To stay the craving and the strife -
Our faint hearts hungry cry!
O Font Divine - o'erflowing Love,
That out a Saviour's breast above,
A rapturing current rolls -
Sweet to our sin-parched nature streaming,
O Living Spring from death redeeming
Restore our swooning souls!
O Jesus, loved in light revealed -
Though now in guise of bread concealed
Lie all supernal rays,
Grant that this veil withdrawn may be, -
Our eyes Thy risen glory see
Transfixed in deathless gaze!
|LET NOT THY FACE AVERTED BE