Food of the angels sacred food; priceless treasure
hidden here. He that eateth lives for aye, soul
secure in mortal clay.
We adore you, bread divine, blood within
the cup enshrined, shed for sinners, shed
for me when Crist bled on Calvary.
This the bread I break with you is my body
living true. This the chalice of the wine
holds within my blood divine.
Come, ye weary, come to me, rest upon my
gentle breast. You will find the peace you crave
when your soul you seek to save.