At Meals 1 Father, our eyes we lift to thee, And taste our daily bread: 'Tis now thy open hand we see, And on thy bounty feed. 2 'Tis now the meaner creatures join Richly thy grace to prove; Fulfil thy primitive design, Enjoy'd by thankful love. 3 Still, while our mouths are fill'd with good, Our souls to thee we raise; Our souls partake of nobler food, And banquet on thy praise. 4 Yet higher still our farthest aim; To mingle with the blest, T' attend the marriage of the Lamb, And heaven's eternal feast. 78Charles included this hymn in a later manuscript selection for family use: MS Family, 14.