Bread of heaven, on thee we feed
Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever may our souls be fed With this true and living bread; Day by day with strength supplied Through the life of him who died. Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest Cup of Sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give, To thy Cross we look and live: Jesus, may we ever be Grafted, rooted, built in thee. J . Conder |
Te, caelestis o cibe, pascimur nutrimine; animae perpetuo nutriantur hoc cibo; firmet nos cotidie caesi vita victimae. Vitis o superna, dans Poclum hoc Sacrificans, tua sanant vulnera, Crux vivificat tua: sis fundamen, et tibi usque simus insiti. |