The heav'nly Word proceeding forth,
Yet leaving not the Father's side,
Accomplishing his work on earth
And reached at length life's eventide.

By false disciple to be giv'n
To foemen for his life athirst
Himself, the very Bread from heav'n,
He gave to his disciples first.

He gave himself in either kind,
His precious Flesh, his precious Blood:
in love's own fullness thus designed
Of the whole man to be the Food.

By birth our fellow man was he,
Our Food, when sitting at the board
He died, our ransomer to be;
He ever reigns, our great reward.

O saving Victim, op'ning wide
The gate of heav'n to man below:
Our foes press on from evry side,
Thine aid supply, thy strength bestow.

All praise and thanks to thee ascend
For evermore, blest One in three;
O grant us life that shall not end
In our true native land with thee.