Graces: Father, Friend of human race

Father, Friend of human race,
Thee let all Thy children praise,
By Thy merciful supplies
Nourish'd till we reach the skies:
Thither we with joy repair,
Sings our heart already there,
Fill'd with cheerful melody,
Feasting with Thy saints on Thee.

We that on Thy goodness feast
Antedate our heavenly rest,
On the hidden manna feed,
On the everlasting bread;
Thee by faith in Christ to know,
O 'tis heaven begun below:
Thee to' enjoy by. glorious love,
O 'tis heaven complete above!