I

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.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

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.