1 Come, O my soul and sing,
How Jesus hath thee fed
How Jesus gave himself for thee,
The true and living bread.

2 I love my Saviour Christ;
His grace did freely move,
And justly my affections claim;
I cannot help but love.

3 I love thee, O my LORD;
I gladly thee adore:
O may I nver turn again!
But love thee more and more.

4 O raise my feeble frame;
My little stock improve:
Increase my ardour day by day,
And change me all to love.