The God that first us chose,

The God that first us chose,
The eternal Father, praise;
What wondrous bounties he bestows;
And by what wondrous ways!

His creatures all are filled
By him with proper food;
But O! he gives to every child
His Son's own flesh and blood.

Here hungry souls appear,
And eat celestial bread;
The needy beggar banquets here,
With royal dainties fed.

Here thirsty souls approach,
And drink immortal wine:
The entertainment is for such,
Prepared by grace divine.

God bids us bring no price;
The feast is furnished free;
His bounteous hand the poor supplies,
And who more poor than we?

His Spirit from above
The Father sends us down,
And looks with everlasting love
On all that love the Son.