Verse 1
Author of life divine,
Who hast a table spread,
Furnish’d with mystick wine
And everlasting bread,
Preserve the life thyself hast given,
And feed, and train us up for heaven.
Verse 2
Our needy souls sustain
With fresh supplies of love,
Till all thy life we gain,
And all thy fulness prove,
And strength’ned by thy perfect grace,
Behold without a veil thy face.