He is my food
It is He who feeds me
I was saved by His blood
For His blood they may bleed me
In His might and triumph, my Father is good
It is enough: for me Jesus stood.
Once and for all, He wailed, “it is finished!”
Come, Holy Ghost, my spirit replenish.
Rinse my scars with Your sacred flood,
From my eyes remove the vile mud
I pray, I pray
You say, You say:
I am Yahweh, ever faithful
Life in Me, it is plentiful
All earthly pleasure from which I am booted
Are not like the hope in which I am rooted.
Stronger than dark, desperate desires
Are internal, blazing, heavenly fires
He with a brush from every race paints
His own, His precious, His train full of saints.