And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In thee thy Father’s glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!
Watts.