Our bread of life indeed;
He’s our supply of nourishment,
As on Him now we feed.
Into a desert land;
Egyptian food they left behind,
And wandering began.
Oh, what a wondrous feat;
This was the bread the Lord had giv’n
For Israel to eat.
It comes with morning dew;
The visit of God’s grace it is,
Forever fresh and new.
And greater than us all;
But that we may partake of Him,
In Christ, He’s fine and small.
He’s so available;
As bread and cakes and wafers fresh,
We eat Him to the full.
The germ of life, the seed;
’Tis God Himself sown into us,
The source of all we need.
And cold of winter snow,
This manna too is frost which kills
Things negative below.
In type our Christ we see;
As we digest His element,
He washes inwardly.
Two lives this type does show;
One for the Lord’s redemptive work,
And one His life to grow.
We’ll be the less opaque;
We’ll then appear as bdellium,
Transparent us to make.
And in the manna see
The riches of this glorious Christ,
We’re filled with praise to Thee.