Bread Of Heaven, On Thee I Feed

Bread of heaven! on thee I feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed. Ever may my soul be fed With this true and living bread: Day by day with strength supplied Through the life of him who died.

Vine Of heaven! thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; ' Tis thy wounds my healing give; To thy cross I look and live. Thou my life! O let me be Rooted, grafted, built on thee!