Blessed Are They That Hunger

If we were longing for the bread
  That cometh down from heaven;
If for the water that he said
  To thirsty souls is given;

Then boldly should we come to thee,
  And plead for that we want;
For in our souls desire would be
  An earnest of the grant.

But when thy sun shines from the skies,
  Earth smiles back to her lord:
In upward looks our hopes arise,
  Responsive to thy word.

Our souls, dry empty vessels set
  Thy rain to hold and lend,
Lie open to thy heaven, O let
  The righteousness descend.