O bread of heaven, beneath this veil
that has my very God concealed;
my Jesus, dearest treasure, hail;
I love you and adoring kneel;
each loving soul by you is fed
with your own self in form of bread.

O food of life, that you do give
the pledge of immortality;
I live; no, ‘tis not I that live;
God gives me life, God lives in me:
he feeds my soul, he guides my ways,
and every grief with joy repays.

O bond of love, which does unite
the servant to his living 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 unmeasur'd love.

Belovèd Lord in heaven above,
there, Jesus, is awaiting me;
to look on you with changeless love,
yes, thus I hope, thus shall it be:
for how can he deny me heaven
who here on earth himself has given?