That Wondrous Bread,
Drawn from Heaven;
And the Water that flows,
Clear as crystal,
From beneath the Throne
Of God, and the Lamb,
Alone can feed,
Nourish, and refresh
This new life,
He has planted
Within the soul:
It is as a feast,
Of fat things,
Filled with marrow;
And of wines on the lees,
Well refined.
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