I hunger and thirst:
Jesu, my manna be;
Ye living waters, burst
Out of the rock for me.

Thou bruised and broken Bread,
My life-long wants supply;
As living souls are fed,
O feed me, or I die.

Thou true life-giving Vine,
Let me thy sweetness prove;
Renew my life with thine,
Refresh my soul with love.

Rough paths my feet have trod
Since first their course began:
Feed me, thou Bread of God;
Help me, thou Son of Man.

For still the desert lies
My thirsting soul before:
O living waters, rise
Within me evermore.


J. S. B. Monsell