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.