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For The Poor.
By William Cowper
When Hagar found the bottle spent,
And wept o’er Ishmael,
A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.[1]
Should not Elijah’s cake and cruse[2]
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,” he has said,
“Their water shall be sure.”[3]
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.
Extra Info:
[1] Genesis xxi.19.
[2] 1 Kings xvii.14.
[3] Isaiah xxxiii.16.
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