Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 109

Lord, Thou know'st my simpleness,
All my groans are heard by Thee;
See me hungering after grace,
Gasping at Thy table, see
One who would in Thee believe,
Would with joy the crumbs receive.

Look as when Thy closing eye
Saw the thief beside Thy cross;
Thou art now gone up on high,
Undertake my desperate cause,
In Thy heavenly kingdom Thou
Be the Friend of sinners now.

Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Send a peaceful answer down,
Let the bowels of Thy love
Echo to a sinner's groan,
One who feebly thinks of Thee;
Thou for good remember me.