But One Loaf.

I

When the disciples cross’d the lake
With but one loaf on board,
How strangely did their hearts mistake
The caution of their Lord!

II

“The leaven of the Pharisees
Beware,” the Saviour said;
They thought, It is because he sees
We have forgotten bread.

III

It seems they had forgotten too
What their own eyes had view’d⁠—
How, with what scarce sufficed for few,
He fed a multitude.

IV

If five small loaves, by his command,
Could many thousands serve,
Might they not trust his gracious hand.
That they should never starve?

V

They oft his power and love had known,
And doubtless were to blame;
But we have reason good to own
That we are just the same.

VI

How often has he brought relief,
And every want supplied!
Yet soon, again, our unbelief
Says, “Can the Lord provide?”

VII

Be thankful for one loaf to-day,
Though that be all your store:
To-morrow, if you trust and pray,
Shall timely bring you more.