A Song for Turning

Hungry, and faint, and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again
Assembled at Thy mercy's door,
Thy bounty to obtain.

Thy word invites us nigh,
Or we would starve indeed;
For we no money have to buy,
Nor righteousness to plead.

The food our spirits want,
Thy hand alone can give;
O hear the prayer of faith, and grant
That we may eat and live!

John Newton