HYMN LXXXVIII.
[Give us this day, all-bounteous Lord]
Give us this day, all-bounteous Lord,
Our sacramental bread,
Who thus His sacrifice record
That suffer'd in our stead.
Reveal in every soul Thy Son,
And let us taste the grace
Which brings assured salvation down
To all who seek Thy face.
Who here commemorate His death,
To us His life impart,
The loving filial spirit breathe
Into my waiting heart.
My earnest of eternal bliss
Let my Redeemer be;
And if even now He present is,
Now let Him speak in me.
