THE CHILD OF POVERTY.
Lord, I am poor, yet hear my call;Afford me daily bread;Give me at least the crumbs that fallFrom tables richly spread.Thou canst for all my wants provide,And bless my homely crust;The ravens cry, and are supplied,And ought I not to trust?Behold the lilies, how they grow,Though they can nothing do;And will not God who clothes them so,Afford me raiment too?O may I heavenly treasures find,And choose the better part:Give me an humble, pious mind,A meek and lowly heart.
Lord, I am poor, yet hear my call;Afford me daily bread;Give me at least the crumbs that fallFrom tables richly spread.Thou canst for all my wants provide,And bless my homely crust;The ravens cry, and are supplied,And ought I not to trust?Behold the lilies, how they grow,Though they can nothing do;And will not God who clothes them so,Afford me raiment too?O may I heavenly treasures find,And choose the better part:Give me an humble, pious mind,A meek and lowly heart.
Lord, I am poor, yet hear my call;Afford me daily bread;Give me at least the crumbs that fallFrom tables richly spread.
Lord, I am poor, yet hear my call;
Afford me daily bread;
Give me at least the crumbs that fall
From tables richly spread.
Thou canst for all my wants provide,And bless my homely crust;The ravens cry, and are supplied,And ought I not to trust?
Thou canst for all my wants provide,
And bless my homely crust;
The ravens cry, and are supplied,
And ought I not to trust?
Behold the lilies, how they grow,Though they can nothing do;And will not God who clothes them so,Afford me raiment too?
Behold the lilies, how they grow,
Though they can nothing do;
And will not God who clothes them so,
Afford me raiment too?
O may I heavenly treasures find,And choose the better part:Give me an humble, pious mind,A meek and lowly heart.
O may I heavenly treasures find,
And choose the better part:
Give me an humble, pious mind,
A meek and lowly heart.
Jane Taylor.