Nor let earth’s fading food alone be given;
Feed us upon Thy Word,—in Christ our Head,
To find Thy Peace, the living Bread from Heaven.
H. H. Weld.
For say, can fancy, fond to weave the tale
Of bliss ideal, feign more genuine joy
Than thine, Believer, when the man of God
Gives to thy hand the consecrated cup,
Blessed memorial of a Saviour’s love!
Glowing with zeal, the humble penitent