O bread of heav'n, beneath this veil,
Thou dost my very God conceal,
My Jesus, dearest treasure, hail,
I love thee and adoring kneel,
Each loving soul by thee is fed
With thy own self in form of bread.

O Food of life, thou who dost give
the pledge of immortality
I live, no, ‘tis not l that live;
God gives me life, God lives in me;
He feeds my soul, he guides my ways,
And ev’ry grief with Joy repays.
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O Bond of love, that dost unite
The servant to his Iiving Lord,
Could I dare live, and not requite
Such love - then death were meet reward
I cannot live unless to prove
Some love for such unmeasured love.

Belovèd Lord in heav'n above,
There, Jesus, thou awaitest me,
To gaze on thee with changeless love
Yes, thus, I hope, thus shall it be.
For how can he deny me heav’n
Who here on earth himself hath giv'n?