Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 82

Jesu, sinner's Friend, receive us,
Feeble, famishing, and faint;
O Thou Bread of Life, relieve us
Now, or now we die for want:
Lest we faint, and die for ever,
Thou our sinking spirits stay;
Give some token of Thy favour,
Empty send us not away.

We have in the desert tarried
Long, and nothing have to eat;
Comfort us, through wandering wearied,
Feed our souls with living meat;
Still with bowels of compassion
See, Thy helpless people see;
Let us taste Thy great salvation,
Let us feed by faith on Thee.