Call for the corn, the living bread,
The manna that comes down from heav’n.
The gracious fruits of righteousness,
Thy blessing’s unexhausted store,
In me abundantly increase:
Nor never let me hunger more.
Let me no more in deep complaint
“My leanness, O my leanness,” cry!
Alone consum’d with pining want,
Of all my Father’s children I!