I hunger and I thirst; Jesus, my Manna be: Ye living Waters, burst Out of the rock for me. | Thou bruised and broken Bread, My life-long wants supply; As living souls are fed, O feed me, or I die! | Thou true life-giving Vine, Let me thy sweetness prove; Renew my life with thine, Refresh my soul with love. | 298 Rough paths my feet have trod, Since first the course began; Feed me, thou Bread of God; Help me, thou Son of Man. | For still the desert lies My thirsting soul before; O living Waters, rise Within me evermore! | |