In my heart, my Jesus
Finds a resting place,
Come himself to bring me
His dear love and grace
Bread of angels, Lamb of Goa,
Jesus, I adore thee;
thou hast come my guest to be,
Jesus, dearest Lord.

O my gracious master,
O my king divine,
How can l e'er thank thee,
For this gift of thine
Bread of angels, Lamb of Goa,
Jesus, I adore thee;
thou hast come my guest to be,
Jesus, dearest Lord.

Saints and angels praise thee;
With them will I sing
Praises never-ending
To my God and King.
Bread of angels, Lamb of Goa,
Jesus, I adore thee;
thou hast come my guest to be,
Jesus, dearest Lord.

For thy love, my Jesus,
Happiness ‘twill be
Just to live for thee, Lord,
Just to die for the.
Bread of angels, Lamb of Goa,
Jesus, I adore thee;
thou hast come my guest to be,
Jesus, dearest Lord.