tr., John Brownlie
Because Thy mercy is so great,
Lord, think upon my needy state,
And deign to give the help I need, --
The Bread of Life my soul to feed.
They cannot live whose souls are fed
On what this foolish world calls bread;
For lack of food the spirit sighs,
And, weak and weary, faints and dies.
O may the hidden manna give
The strength I need that I may live;
And may that life be spent for Thee
Who came and lived on earth for me.
O Jesus Christ, the living Bread,
Now at the table Thou hast spread,
Think of me in my utmost need,
And let me on Thy bounties feed.