1 Hungry, and faint, and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again
Assembled at Thy mercies’ door,
Thy bounty to obtain.

2 Thy word invites us nigh
Or we must starve indeed;
For we no money have to buy,
No righteousness to plead.

3 The food our spirits want
Thy hand alone can give;
Oh, hear the prayer of faith, and grant
That we may eat, and live.