1  Now the Lord our souls has fed,

    With Himself, the Living Bread;

    Fed us, sitting at His feet,

    With the finest of the wheat.

 2  We have endless treasure found;

    We have all things and abound;

    Rich abundance and to spare;

    Shall we not the blessing share?

 3  For, while we are feasting here,

    Starving millions, far and near,

    Call us with the bitter cry:

    Come and help us, or we die.

 4  In this day of full increase,

    Shall we, can we, hold our peace?

    Staying here we do not well;

    Now then, let us go and tell:

 5  Tell how He hath set us free,

    How He leads triumphantly;

    How He satisfies our need;

    How His rest is rest indeed.

 6  Speak, for we, Thy servants, hear;

    Thou hast taught us not to fear;

    And whate'er Thy word shall be,

    We can do it, Lord, in Thee.