O food of trav'lers, angels bread,
Manna wherewith the blest are fed
Come nigh and, with thy sweetness, fill
The hungry hearts that seek thee still.

O fount of love, O well unpriced,
Outpouring from the heart of Christ,
Give us to drink of very thee,
And all we pray shall answered be.

And bring us to that time and place
When this thy dear and veilèd face,
Blissful and glorious, shall be seen-
Ah Jesu! - with no veil between.