The peace of heaven is on our fields,
at your great table we are fed;
the feast of life is nobly set;
you give to us our daily bread.
And when the day dims late and chill,
and twilight fills with homing wings,
for home and love we thank you, Lord,
and all our dear familiar things.
Lord Jesus, come and be our guest,
now tarry with us in your grace
that we with burning hearts may hear
your gentle voice and see your face.