Verse 1
Where the true Joseph is not seen
To shew his Providential care,
Pining distress, and famine lean,
And want of every good is there;
For Jesus is the real Bread,
Who gives himself, our souls to feed.
Verse 2
Saviour, Thou know’st the things of earth
For hungry spi’rits cannot suffice:
Remove this universal dearth,
Thyself descending from the skies;
Thyself revive our famish’d race,
And fill the world with pardning grace.