1 Depraved minds on ashes feed,
Nor love, nor seek for heavenly bread;
They chuse the husks which swine do eat,
Or manly crave the serpent's meat.

2 Jesus, thou art the living bread,
By which our need souls are fed:
In thee alone thy children find
Enough to fill the empty mind.

3 Without this bread, I starve and die;
No other can my need supply:
But this will suit my wretched case,
Abroad, at home, in every place.

4 'Tis this relieves the hungry poor,
Who ask for bread at mercy's door;
This living food descends from heaven,
As manna to the Jews was giv'n.

5 This precious food my heart revives,
What strength, what nourishment it gives!
O let me evermore be fed
With this divine celestial bread.