Verse 1
Oh how can a criminal feast
In chains, and appointed to die?
Oh how can a sinner be blest
With only an outward supply?
Till him at the table I meet
Who chases my sorrows and fears,
The bread of affliction I eat,
And mingle my drink with my tears.
Verse 2
For mercy I languish and faint,
My only refreshment and food,
Thy mercy, O Jesus, I want,
I hunger and thirst after God:
No blessing or good I desire
On earth, or in heaven above,
But grant me the grace I require,
But give me a taste of thy love!