1 Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless
your chosen pilgrim flock,
with manna in the wilderness,
with water from the rock.
2 Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak,
as you when here below,
our souls the joys celestial seek
which from your sorrows flow.
3 We would not live by bread alone,
but by that word of grace,
in strength of which we travel on
to our abiding place.
4 Be known to us in breaking bread,
but do not then depart;
Saviour, abide with us, and spread
your table in our heart.
5 There sup with us in love divine;
your body and your blood,
that living bread, that heavenly wine,
be our immortal food.
