The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley 138Ar Meals

Father , our eyes we lift to Thee,

And taste our daily bread:

'Tis now Thy open hand we see,

And on Thy bounty feed.

'Tis now the meaner creatures join

Richly Thy grace to prove;

Fulfil Thy primitive design,

Enjoy'd by thankful love.

Still, while our mouths are fill'd with good,

Our souls to Thee we raise;

Our souls partake of nobler food,

And banquet on Thy praise.

Yet higher still our farthest aim;

To mingle with the blest,

To attend the marriage of the Lamb,

And heaven's eternal feast.