Give us this our daily bread

Thou who the little birds doth feed

And gives to me my daily needs,

I thank Thee, that Thou thinks on me,

And to me grants full clemency.

I can not live by bread alone,

Thy nearness also would I own,

For on each word my soul doth feed,

That from the mouth of God proceeds.

That food which my soul doth desire,

For me by Thy death was procured:

That love once on a cross I placed,

Which with His heart's own tears He graced.