O, King of earth and air and sea,
The hungry ravens cry to thee;
To thee the scaly tribes that sweep
The bosom of the boundless deep;

To thee the lions roaring call,
The common Father, kind to all;
Then grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,
Our daily bread from day to day.

The fishes may for food complain;
The ravens spread their wings in vain;
The roaring lions lack and pine;
But, God! thou carest still for thine.

Thy bounteous hand with food can bless
The bleak and lonely wilderness;
And thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray
For daily bread from day to day.

And O, when through the wilds we roam
That part us from our heavenly home;
When lost in danger, want, and woe,
Our faithless tears begin to flow;

Do thou thy gracious comfort give,
By which alone the soul may live;
And grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,
The bread of life from day to day.