CCXXII. The Christian's secret Feast.

WE praise the LORD for heav'nly Bread,
With which immortal Souls are fed:
We praise Thee for that heav'nly Feast,
Which Jesus with Delight could taste.

He, while he sojourn'd here below,
Had Meat, which Strangers could not know:
That Meat he to his People gives,
And he that tastes the Banquet lives.

So let me live, sustain'd by Grace,
Regal'd with Fruits of Righteousness:
Enter my Heart, All-gracious LORD,
And sup with me, and deck thy Board.

Devotion, Faith, and zealous Love,
And Hope, that bears the Soul above,
Be these my Dainties, till I rise,
And taste the Joys of Paradise.