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.

I

I cannot lift mine eyes,
For, O, my sin is great,--
High as the hills that rise
Up, up to heaven's gate,--
I cannot lift mine eyes,
So great my sin, so great.

II

But I would smite my breast,
And bow me at the Cross,
And well He knows the rest,
My pain, my grief, my loss;--
Yea, I would smite my breast,
And bow me at His Cross.

III

Mayhap when I have told
The burden of my sin,
He'll make my spirit bold,
And speak, and soothe, and win;--
All this when I have told
The burden of my sin.

IV

Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see the sin removed,
And in the radiant skies
Behold the Well Beloved;--
Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see my sin removed.

I

When at Thy feet, oppressed,
The burdened sinner falls,
And, woeful and distressed,
Upon Thy mercy calls,--
O hear the penitential prayer,
Forgive the burdened sinner there.

II

Did'st Thou not send the Son,
To shew the Father's grace,
To bid a world undone
Arise and seek His face?
And wilt Thou not in mercy say,
"Thy many sins I take away"?

III

Yea, Thou wilt not despise
The soul's uplifted prayer;
Nor when our hopes arise,
Plunge us in deep despair;
But wilt forgive the evil done,
Through Chr