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" Give us this day our Daily Bread? 473
Speak to my warring passions peace ;
Say to my trembling heart, Be still: Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve Thy sovereign will.
O Death, where is thy sting ? where now
Thy boasted victory, O Grave ? Who shall contend with God, or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save ?
Charles Wesley. 1740,
u Give its this day our Daily Bread?
All wondering on the desert ground The hungry thousands gazed around, While Jesus for their need display'd The power that once the worlds had made.
Few were the words the Saviour spake ; He only blest the bread and brake; The scanty loaves, the fishes few, At His commandment ceaseless grew.
No meagre store, O Lord, have we
Of grace and blessings shower'd from Thee ;
Yet in our barren hearts and dry
More scanty grows the rich supply.
On desert sands we seem to roam, Weary, and faint, and far from home, Though pastures green around us grow, And Thy still waters near us flow.