Glory, love, and praise, and honor for our food now bestowed render we the Donor. Bounteous God, we now confess thee: God who thus blessest us, meet it is to bless thee. Thankful for our every blessing, let us sing Christ the Spring, never, never ceasing. Source of all our gifts and graces, Christ we own; Christ alone calls for all our praises. He dispels our sin and sadness, life imparts, cheers our hearts, fills with food and gladness. Who himself for all has given, us he feeds, us he leads to a feast in heaven.