Manna
Come hungry souls, that feed upon the wind
Feast here at the table of the lamb
Come taste the bread of life
Here find living streams
Follow the one who feeds your soul and knows your need
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
A weary, weak and feeble sinner pleads
For in this manna, all my wantings cease
I would not presume to sit at your feet
But you are the same Lord who delights in mercy
And in that mercy You bid me come rest
That I may sit among your saints, a welcome guest
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
So let the wonder of Your mercy, forever be my song
I'll daily feed on manna from the Son
Come hungry soul, the harvest we see
Where we behold this sacred mystery
That here at this table of wine and broken bread
The needs of flesh and soul are known and met
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
So let the wonder of Your mercy, forever be my song
I'll daily feed on manna from the Son
Grant, Most Gracious Lord, our bread and wine indeed
Grant that by his body and blood, we are made clean
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
A weary, weak and feeble sinner pleads
For in this manna, all my wantings cease
I'll let the wonder of Your mercy, forever be my song
I'll daily feed on manna from the Son
Feast here at the table of the lamb
Come taste the bread of life
Here find living streams
Follow the one who feeds your soul and knows your need
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
A weary, weak and feeble sinner pleads
For in this manna, all my wantings cease
I would not presume to sit at your feet
But you are the same Lord who delights in mercy
And in that mercy You bid me come rest
That I may sit among your saints, a welcome guest
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
So let the wonder of Your mercy, forever be my song
I'll daily feed on manna from the Son
Come hungry soul, the harvest we see
Where we behold this sacred mystery
That here at this table of wine and broken bread
The needs of flesh and soul are known and met
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
So let the wonder of Your mercy, forever be my song
I'll daily feed on manna from the Son
Grant, Most Gracious Lord, our bread and wine indeed
Grant that by his body and blood, we are made clean
I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs
That from your blessed hand may come
A weary, weak and feeble sinner pleads
For in this manna, all my wantings cease
I'll let the wonder of Your mercy, forever be my song
I'll daily feed on manna from the Son
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Writer(s): Chelsea Hamshaw
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