Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless Thy chosen pilgrim flock, With manna in the wilderness, With water from the rock. | 297 Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak, As thou when here below, Our souls the joys celestial seek Which from thy sorrows flow. | We would not live by bread alone, But by thy word of grace, In strength of which we travel on To our abiding-place. | Be known to us in breaking bread, But do not then depart; Savior, abide with us, and spread Thy table in our heart. | Lord, sup with us in love divine; Thy Body and thy Blood, That living bread, that heavenly wine, Be our immortal food. | |