Full Lyrics
Come, weary pilgrims, come,
Why do ye fainting roam?
Eat of the Bread Divine,
Drink of the precious Wine,
Know ye this Feast is Mine,
O come then all and live.
Thou who dost all things know,
In Heaven and earth below,
Thyself as Food bestow
In symbols manifest.
Do Thou our sins efface,
With Thy allsaving grace,
That we may find a place
In Heaven's eternal rest.
