Verse 1
When first he freely justified,
And did my pardon seal,
O’er earth’s strong holds he bad me ride,
O’er all the powers of hell:
Butter and milk he made me eat,
And lifted up on high
I saw the moon beneath my feet,
I soar’d above the sky.

Verse 2
With all the new-born babes I fed
Upon the milky word,
Partaker of the children’s bread
The favour of my Lord;
I feasted on the Paschal Lamb
Who all my wants supplied,
And with the sweetness of his name
My soul was satisfied.

Verse 3
The bliss of those above I knew,
The angels’ food partook,
Fresh oyl, and sweetest honey drew
Out of the heavenly Rock;
The joy, and love from Jesus flow’d,
And tasting him as mine,
I drank the purest richest blood
Of that immortal vine.