1 Come, humble soul, receive the food
Your Savior offers here,
Believe, and taste that He is good,
And fain each soul would cheer.

2 Deem not that you to heav'n can rise,
To meet your Savior there,
He comes in mercy from the skies
That you His bliss may share.

3 Here we commune with Him who died,
Us power o'er death to give,
The life of Him now glorified
We here receive, and live.

4 For 'tis His body that we eat,
His precious blood we drink,
To make us for His mansion meet,
And save from ruin's brink.

5 He ever lives, and only He,
In whom the Lord abides,
And here, that He in us may be,
He richest food provides.