O Food Of Exiles Lowly

O Food of exiles lowly,

O Bread of angels holy,

O Manna from on high!

We hunger for your blessing,

All good in you possessing,

With favor hear our heart’s outcry.

O cleansing water, streaming

From Jesus’ side, redeeming

All those of Adam’s race!

O quenching fountain flowing,

Our ev’ry want bestowing,

O come and fill our souls with grace.

O Lord, we kneel before you

And fervently adore you,

All hid beneath this bread.

But make to us this promise:

To see you in your fullness,

The sacred body’s mystic head.

Text: O esca viatorum; Mainz Gesangbuch, 1661

Translator: M. Owen Lee

Tune: INNSBRUCK; Heinrich Isaak; Harm. by J. S. Bach