I hunger, Lord, and sense my need,

Yet not for want of bread alone.

Upon the Bread of Life I’d feed

And shun the tempter’s loaves of stone

While wandering through this wilderness

Where none but Thee fills emptiness.

I thirst, dear God, and parched, I seek

For water from Thy cooling well,

A living drink that quenches deep.

Thy fountain must my drought dispel

Lest in an arid world I die

My deepest thirst unsatisfied.

I faint, O Lord, and feel the lack

Of nourishment for my weak flesh.

My weak spirit too grows slack.

Thy power must my strength refresh

While in this desert I endure

The tempter’s wiles and sin’s allure.

I’ve lifted up my prayers to Thee;

With hungry souls I’ve shared my bread.

Hear, then, my cry, my heartfelt plea.

Say, “Here am I!” Upon me shed

Thy light to guide my pathless way

And make my darkness as noonday.

Landscape photograph by Alan Bailey © Rubberball Productions; photograph of plate © Getty Images