Bread of heave' n, on thee I feed
For thy flesh is meat indeed,
Ever may my soul be fed
With this true and living bread,
Day by day with strength supplied
through the life of him who died.

Vine of heav'n, thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice,
Tis thy wounds my healing give,
to thy Cross I look and live,
thou my life, O let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.