Lo! The angel's food is given,
To the pilgrim who has striven,
See the children's bread from heaven,
which on dogs may not be spent.
Truth the ancient types fulfilling,
Isaac bound, a victim willing,
Paschal lamb, its lifeblood spilling,
manna to the fathers sent.
Very bread, Good Shepherd, tend us,
Jesu, of your love befriend us,
You refresh us, you defend us,
Your eternal goodness send us,
in the land of life to see.
You who all things can and know,
Who on earth such food bestow,
Grant us with your saints though lowest,
Where the heavenly feast you show,
Fellow heirs and guest to be.