Bread of Heav’n! on Thee I feed,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed.
Ever may my soul be fed
With this true and living bread;
Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of Him who died.

Vine of Heav’n! Thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice.
’Tis Thy wounds my healing give:
To Thy cross I look and live.
Thou my life! oh, let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.