To feast on heaven’s diviner food.
2 Thou, Saviour, art the living bread;
Thou wilt my every want supply;
By thee sustained, and cheered, and led,
I’ll press through dangers to the sky.
3 What though temptations oft distress,
And sin assails, and breaks my peace;
Thou wilt uphold, and save, and bless,
And bid the storms of passion cease.
4 Then let me take thy gracious hand,