At Meals

Father, our eyes we lift to Thee,
And taste our daily bread:
Tis now Thy open hand we see,
And on Thy bounty feed.

Tis now the meaner creatures join
Richly Thy grace to prove;
Fulfil Thy primitive design,
Enjoy'd by thankful love.

Still, while our mouths are fill'd with good,
Our souls to Thee we raise;
Our souls partake of nobler food,
And banquet on Thy praise.

Yet higher still our farthest aim;
To mingle with the blest,
To' attend the marriage of the Lamb,
And heaven's eternal feast.