1 Again, dear Lord, we would be fed;
We come to seek for living bread,
And feast on love divine;
Dear Father, let thy presence be
Enjoyed by all thy family,
And make each face to shine.

2 In thee all blessings richly meet;
Come, then, and give our souls a treat,
And let us feast indeed;
O let us banquet with the King,
And love, and pray, and praise, and sing,
As sons from bondage freed.

3 May faith be strong, and pierce the skies,
And we with pleasure realise
The glory now prepared;
Commune with Jesus as our Friend;
Upon him live; his love commend;
And carnal things discard.

4 If this be granted, we’ll adore
The hand that gives, yet keeps in store
A boundless stock of grace;
In every time of need we’ll cry,
And thou shalt all our needs supply,
And that with smiling face.