First Line: Jesus ! of Thee we ne'er would tire ,

Jesus ! of Thee we ne'er would tire ;
The new and living food
Can satisfy our hearts' desire,
And life is in Thy blood.

2 If such the happy midnight song
Our prisoned spirits raise,
What are the joys that cause ere long
Eternal bursts of praise ?

3 To look within and see no stain,
Abroad no curse to trace ;
To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
But see Thee face to face.

4 To find each hope of glory gained,
Fulfilled each precious word ;
And fully all to have attained
The image of our Lord.