Break Unto Us the Living Bread

Break unto us the living Bread
Which Thou hast promised Thine;
Keep ever Thou our spirits fed
And with Thee let us dine,
That we may rest at peace in Thee
And Thou in us reside,
For never shall we hunger see
While with Thee we abide.

We own we ne'er that bread could win
By works, however great—
The leaven of our hearts is sin:
Ourselves we cannot sate,
But Thou, in Thine abundant grace,
Hast furnished us Thy food,
And at Thy table set a place
For those Thou makest good.

The manna that our fathers ate
Was from Thy stores supplied,
But it could not their deaths abate,
Nor turn the grave aside,
But they, who of Thy flesh partake,
Will ne'er corruption see,
And who Thy blood his draught doth make
Shall ever live, with Thee.

Wherefore make us to worthy be
To sup within Thy hall,
Our sin, as e'er Thou seest, to see
And so forsake it all:
So shall Thy table e'er be sweet,
As now we taste it here,
For now, as then, Thy bread we eat
And feel that Thou art near.

—On John 6:47–58. To "Resignation."