446    S.M.     J. Hart
The Bread of Heaven. John 6. 33-58

1 When through the desert vast
  The chosen tribes were led,
  They could not plough, nor till, nor sow,
  Yet never wanted bread.

2 Around their wandering camp,
  The copious manna fell;
  Strewed on the ground, a food they found,
  But what they could not tell.

3 But better bread by far
  Is now to Christians given;
  Poor sinners eat immortal meat,
  The Living Bread from heaven.

4 We eat the flesh of Christ,
  Who is the Bread of God;
  Their food was coarse compared with ours,
  Though theirs was angels’ food.