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I

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

II

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

III

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