For The Poor.

A poem 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.

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