For the Poor

I

When Hagar found the bottle spent,
  And wept o’er Ishmael,
A message from the Lord was sent
  To guide her to a well.

II

Should not Elijah’s cake and cruse
  Convince us at this day,
A gracious God will not refuse
  Provisions by the way?

III

His saints and servants shall be fed,
  The promise is secure:
“Bread shall be given them,” as he said,
  “Their water shall be sure.”

IV

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.

V

To Jesus then your trouble bring,
  Nor murmur at your lot;
While you are poor, and he is King,
  You shall not be forgot.