Hungry, and faint, and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again,
Assembled at Thy mercy's door,
Thy bounty to obtain.

Thy word invites us nigh,
Or we must starve indeed;
For we no money have to buy,
No righteousness to plead.

The food our spirits want,
Thy hand alone can give;
O hear the pray'r of faith and grant
That we may eat and live.