Isaac Watts · 696 of 724

Hymn 18

Jesus! we bow before thy feet; Thy table is divinely stored; Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat, 'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord!

And here we drink our Savior's blood; We thank thee, Lord, 'tis gen'rous wine Mingled with love; the fountain flowed From that dear bleeding heart of thine.

On earth is no such sweetness found, For the Lamb's flesh is heav'nly food; In vain we search the globe around For bread so fine, or wine so good.

Carnal provisions can at best But cheer the heart, or warm the head; But the rich cordial that we taste Gives life eternal to the dead.

Joy to the Master of the feast; His name our souls for ever bless; To God the King, and God the Priest, A loud hosannah round the place.