Words: , 1877; verses 3-4, Alex­an­der Groves, in the Wes­ley­an Meth­od­ist Mag­a­zine (London: Sep­tem­ber 1913). Lath­bu­ry wrote this hymn, and Day Is Dy­ing in the West, on the shores of Lake Chau­tau­qua, New York.

Music: Bread of Life, , 1877.

Photos cour­te­sy of Chau­tau­qua In­sti­tu­tion

Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me,
As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!

Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, to me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall;
And I shall find my peace, my all in all.

Thou art the bread of life, O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth that saveth me;
Give me to eat and live with Thee above;
Teach me to love Thy truth, for Thou art love.

O send Thy Spirit, Lord, now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes, and make me see:
Show me the truth concealed within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed I see the Lord.

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