Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand,

And sing the solemn feast,

Where sweet celestial dainties stand

For every willing guest.

[The tree of life adorns the board

With rich immortal fruit;

And ne'er an angry flaming sword

To guard the passage to 't.

The cup stands crowned with living juice,

The fountain flows above,

And runs down streaming for our use,

In rivulets of love.]

The food's prepared by heav'nly art,

The pleasures well refined

They spread new life through every heart,

And cheer the drooping mind.

Shout and proclaim the Savior's love,

Ye saints that taste his wine

Join with your kindred saints above,

In loud hosannahs join.

A thousand glories to the God

That gives such joy as this;

Hosannah! let it sound abroad

And reach where Jesus is.