Saviour of all, to Thee we bow,

And own Thee faithful to Thy word;

We hear Thy voice, and open now

Our hearts to entertain our Lord.

Come in, come in, Thou heav’nly Guest,

Delight in what Thyself hast given:

On Thy own gifts and grace feast,

And make the contrite heart Thy heaven.

Smell the sweet odour of our pray'rs

Our sacrifice of praise approve,

And treasure up our gracious tears

And rest in Thy redeeming love.

Beneath Thy shadow let us sit,

Call us Thy friends, and love, and bride,

And bid us freely drink and eat

Thy dainties, and be satisfied.

O let us on Thy fullness feed,

And eat Thy flesh, and drink Thy blood!

Jesus, Thy blood is drink indeed:

Jesus, Thy flesh is angels food.

The heav’nly manna faith imparts

Faith makes Thy fullness all our own;

We feed upon Thee in our hearts,

And find that heav’n and Thou are one.