148. O living Bread from heaven

1 O living Bread from heaven,
How hast Thou fed Thy guest!
The gifts Thou now hast given
Have filled my heart with rest.
O wondrous food of blessing,
O cup that heals our woes!
My heart this gift possessing,
In thankful song o’erflows.

2 My Lord, Thou here hast led me
Within Thy holiest place,
And there Thyself hast fed me
With treasures of Thy grace:
And Thou hast freely given,
What earth could never buy,--
The bread of Life from heaven,
That now I shall not die.

3 Thou gav'st all I wanted,
The power can death destroy;
And Thou has freely granted
The cup of endless joy.
Ah, Lord, I do not merit
The favor Thou hast shown,
And all my soul and spirit
Bow down before Thy throne.

4 Lord, grant me that, thus strengthened
With heavenly food, while here
My course on earth is lengthened,
I serve with holy fear;
And when Thou call’st my spirit
To leave this world below,
I enter, through Thy merit,
Where joys unmingled flow.

Text Information
First Line: O living Bread from heaven
Author: J. Rist (1651)
Meter: 7, 6. 8L.
Publication Date: 1913
Topic: The Means of Grace: The Lord's Supper
Tune Information
Name: [O living Bread from heaven]
Meter: 7, 6. 8L.
Key: A Major
Source: Zinck's Koralbog, 1801



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