Verse 1
Rivals of saints supremely blest,
Our souls to heaven ascend,
Who Jesus’ Eucharistic feast
With praise begin and end:
With Jesus while our hearts are fed,
They must with joy o’reflow,
And find in that immortal Bread
Their heaven begun below.
Verse 2
But conscious of our constant wants,
To Christ again we cry,
Who all our needed graces grants,
And ask a fresh supply:
Oft to the garden we remove
Our Master’s grief to share,
Pour out our souls in plaintive love,
And agony of prayer.
Verse 3
An upper room will soon be found
Where we with Christ shall sit,
Partake his joy, with glory crown’d,
And all our griefs forget:
Our praises there shall never cease,
Our joys shall ne’er decay,
But higher rise, and more increase
Thro’ one eternal day.