The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings; —
Hail! Christ the Lord; Thy people pray
Come quickly, King of kings.
I
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind,
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.
II
I have no food my soul to feed,
Be Thou my Bread of Life indeed;
My parchèd spirit sighs, O give
The stream of Life that I may live.
III
My filthy raiment I disown,
Clothe with Thy righteousness alone,
And I shall walk approved by Thee,
Clad in Thy robe of purity.
IV
I have no strength; in evil hour
I fall beneath temptation’s power;
Be Thou my strength, and I shall stand
Upheld by Thine outstretched hand.
V
I cannot see the path to tread,
And blindly by my sins am led;
Come to my blindness, give me sight
That I may shape my course aright.
VI
I cannot live if Thou deny
The prayer uplifted with my cry;
I cannot die, – in mercy give
Thy grace, that I may die or live.
VII
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind;
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.
I
Because Thy mercy is so great,
Lord, think upon my needy state,
And deign to give the help I need, —
The Bread of Life my soul to feed.
II
They cannot live whose souls are fed
On what this foolish world calls bread;
For lack of food the spirit sighs,
And, weak and weary, faints and dies.
III
O may the hidden manna give
The strength I need that I may live;
And may that life be spent for Thee
Who came and lived on earth for me.
IV
O Jesus Christ, the living Bread,
Now at the table Thou hast spread,
Think of me in my utmost need,
And let me on Thy bounties feed.
I
I cannot lift mine eyes,
For, O, my sin is great, —
High as the hills that rise
Up, up to heaven’s gate, —
I cannot lift mine eyes,
So great my sin, so great.
II
But I would smite my breast,
And bow me at the Cross,
And well He knows the rest,
My pain, my grief, my loss; —
Yea, I would smite my breast,
And bow me at His Cross.