Text: | The Bread of Heaven |
Author: | Hart |
1 When through the desert vast
The chosen tribes were led,
They could not plough, nor till, nor sow,
Yet never wanted bread.
2 Around their wandering camp,
The copious manna fell;
Strewed on the ground, a food they found,
But what they could not tell.
3 But better bread by far
Is now to Christians given;
Poor sinners eat immortal meat,
The Living Bread from heaven.
4 We eat the flesh of Christ,
Who is the Bread of God;
Their food was coarse compared with ours,
Though theirs was angels’ food.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When through the desert vast |
Title: | The Bread of Heaven |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper |