For the Poor
When Hagar found the bottle spent And wept o'er Ishmael, A message from the Lord was sent To guide her to a well. Should not Elijah's cake and cruse Convince us at this day, A gracious God will not refuse Provisions by the way? His saints and servants shall be fed, The promise is secure; "Bread shall be given them," as He said, "Their water shall be sure." Repasts far richer they shall prove, Than all earth's dainties are; 'Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love, Though in the meanest fare. To Jesus then your trouble bring, Nor murmur at your lot; While you are poor and He is King, You shall not be forgot.
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