Verse 1
Father, our eyes we lift to thee,
And taste our daily bread:
’Tis now thy open hand we see,
And on thy bounty feed.
Verse 2
’Tis now the meaner creatures join
Richly thy grace to prove;
Fulfil thy primitive design,
Enjoy’d by thankful love.
Verse 3
Still, while our mouths are fill’d with good,
Our souls to thee we raise;
Our souls partake of nobler food,
And banquet on thy praise.
Verse 4
Yet higher still our farthest aim;
To mingle with the blest,
T’ attend the marriage of the Lamb,
And heaven’s eternal feast.