Father, I cry to thee for bread br With hungred longing, eager prayer; br Thou hear'st, and givest me instead br More hunger and a half-despair. br br 0 Lord, how long? My days decline, br My youth is lapped in memories old; br I need not bread alone, but wine- br See, cup and hand to thee I hold! br br And yet thou givest: thanks, O Lord, br That still my heart with hunger faints! br The day will come when at thy board br I sit, forgetting all my plaints. br br If rain must come and winds must blow, br And I pore long o'er dim-seen chart, br Yet, Lord, let not the hunger go, br And keep the faintness at my heart.