1 O living bread from Heaven,
how you have fed your guest!
The gifts you now have 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, you here have led me
within your holiest place,
and  here  yourself have fed me
with treasures of your grace;
and you have freely given
what earth could never buy,
the bread of life from Heaven,
that now I shall not die. 
3 You gave me all I wanted,
that food can death destroy;
and you have freely granted
the cup of endless joy.
Ah, Lord, I do not merit
the favour you have shown,
and all my soul and spirit
bow down before your throne. 
4 Lord, grant me that, thus strengthened
with heavenly food, while here
my course on earth is lengthened,
to serve you, Lord most dear.
And when you call my spirit
to leave this world below,
I enter, through your merit,
where joys unmingled flow.

Words: Johann Rist, 1607-67