Grace Before Meat

Fountain of be­ing

source of good!

At whose al­migh­ty breath

The crea­ture proves our bane or food

Dispensing life or death:

Thee we add­ress with hum­ble fear;

Vouchsafe Thy gifts to crown;

Father of all

Thy child­ren hear

And send a bless­ing down.

O

may our souls for ev­er pine

Thy grace to taste and see;

Athirst for right­eous­ness div­ine

And hun­gry af­ter Thee!

For this we lift our long­ing eyes

We wait the gra­cious word:

Speak

and our hearts from earth shall rise

And feed up­on the Lord.