Zion, to Thy Savior singing, To thy Prince and Shepherd bringing, Sweetest hymns of love and praise, Thou wilt never reach the measure Of His worth, by all the treasure Of thy most ecstatic lays. Of all wonders that can thrill thee, And, with adoration fill thee, What than this can greater be, That Himself to thee He giveth? He that eateth ever liveth, For the Bread of Life is He. Fill thy lips to overflowing With sweet praise, His mercy showing Who this heav'nly table spread: On this day so glad and holy, To each longing spirit lowly Giveth He the living Bread. Here the King hath spread His table, Whereon eyes of faith are able Christ our Passover to trace: Shadows of the law are going, Light and life and truth inflowing, Night to day is giving place. O Good Shepherd, Bread life giving, Us, Thy grace and life receiving, Feed and shelter evermore; Thou on earth our weakness guiding, We in Heav'n with Thee abiding, With all saints will Thee adore.