8,8,8,8 tr., John Brownlie 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. |