O living Bread from heaven

1 O living Bread from heaven,
How hast Thou fed Thy guest!
The gifts Thou now hast given
Have filled my heart with rest.
O wondrous Food of blessing!
O Cup that heals our woes!
My heart, this gift possessing,
In thankful song o'erflows.

2 My Lord, Thou here hast led me
Within Thy holiest place,
And there Thyself hast fed me
With treasures of Thy grace:
And Thou hast freely granted
What earth could never buy,
The Bread of Life from heaven,
That now I shall not die!

3 Thou givest all I wanted
The food can death destroy;
And Thou hast freely granted
The cup of endless joy,
Ah, Lord, I do not merit
The favor thou hast shown,
And all my soul and spirit
Bow down before Thy throne!