1 Saving Host, we fall before Thee,
Trusting in our Saviour's word;
Thee we own the Lord of glory,
Thee we own our Sov'reign Lord;
While our evil foes, contending,
Threaten our eternal loss,
Be with heavenly grace attending,
And protect us with Thy cross.
2 From Thy Father's throne descending,
Thou becom'st our daily bread;
'Mid celestial hosts attending,
With Thy flesh our souls are fed.
Come, Thou source of ev'ry blessing,
Warm our hearts with love divine,
Let Thy grace, our souls possessing,
Make us be forever Thine.