My big happy crave
For the hope he gave
To feed me till
As i simple sit, fill
I hunger and i thirst
Jesu' my manna be
Ye living waters burst
Out of the rock for me
In sear h to know you
I feel a want too
To hear your founding word
With feel you-me like bound by cord
A hunger to hear
And thirst to feel
Doth quench the furnace of fear
Tis a joy none can kill
The bread, the manna, his flesh, his word
The water, his presence, the wine, his blood
I hunger to have him in me
I thirst that with me, he be.
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