The Saviour is our very food;
Our very drink is Christ, the Lord
We drink indeed his precious blood
And eat the flesh by all adored.

Yea, truly, on that flesh we feed,
Which he received in Mary's womb;
that precious blood we drink indeed
That once was shed to lift our doom.

Full surely at the sacred board,
The word made flesh to us is giv'n,
On whom the worship or the Lord
Doth rest, through whom we enter heav'n.

That bread so full of all delight,
So full of ev'ry sweetness blest,
Is Christ, the King of endless might,
Erst carried in the Virgin's breast.

Upon the richness of this bread
Of angels, let us feed for aye,
That this Viaticum may shed
Continual sweetness round our way.

Celestial banquet that imparts
Its glory to the ransomed soul,
Thou resting-place to whom this food is giv'n
Grant us to reach the heav'nly goal.

O God, the Father, King of heav'n,
Through thy dear Son and Spirit, grant
That they to whom this food is giv'n
In Paradise thy praise may chant.