Full many a man still lives in need,
Because on God he ne'er rely'd;
Full many a one still begs his bread,
Who did in his own strength confide.
Since God is always to them kind,
Why do they die for want of aid?
Because they on their strength reclin'd,
And ne'er for his assistance pray'd.
God never knows the least repose,
But for his servants still prepares;
Whilst at our ease we sweetly doze,
He daily for his household cares.
Say, can a mother e'er forget
Her charge, her sucking babe neglect?
Should even maternal fondness set,
God will his servants recollect.
Ere thou shalt woe or want behold,
(If thou dost truly God obey)
He'll tell a fish to fetch thee gold,
Thy just expenses to defray.
Though, like the widow's meal, thy store
Should be but small--yet in a trice
(If thou dost strictly God adore)
He'll make that little store suffice.
Do not on thy own arm rely,
Thy strength or thy superior skill,
But on thy friend, the Lord most high!
If thou would'st be preserv'd from ill.
God feeds the warblers of the wood,
And clothes the lilies of the plain;
God gives to all things living food,
And will he not his sons sustain?
The ravens neither sow nor reap,
They have no barns to house their seed;
Yet God does even the ravens keep,
And them, through every season, feed.
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