Fed Upon The Finest Of The Wheat

Hungry, Lord, for Thy Word of truth,

Sitting at my Savior's feet;

Rising, gleaning, just like Ruth,

Feed me on the finest of the wheat.

Refrain

Bread of life it is now to me,

Honey, milk and meat;

In Thy love I will ever be

Fed upon the finest of the wheat.

Work for the Master I will do,

Trusting in His strength so great;

Living in His pastures new,

Feed me on the finest of the wheat.

Refrain

Then to the harvest let us go,

Bugles sounding no retreat;

Workers for Jesus, He wants you

Fed upon the finest of the wheat.

Refrain