Hungry, and faint, and poor,

Behold us, Lord, again

Assembled at thy mercy’s door,

Thy bounty to obtain.

2 Thy word invites us nigh,

Or we would starve indeed;

For we no money have to buy,

Nor righteousness to plead.

3 The food our spirits want,

Thy hand alone can give;

O! hear the prayer of faith, and grant

That we may eat and live!