Dear Lord, to-morrow there will come to me
A class of little ones, in Sunday school;
And thou hast told me, "Give ye them to eat."
But I have searched my store and only found
Within its room some little grains of truth;
And what are they, dear Lord, that I may feed
Those eager hearts all hungry for God's Word?
Clear comes the Master's voice, "Bring them ... to me."
Grateful I go now to my joyous task.
The Christ has blessed and multiplied my store,
Lifted it up above my sense of self
And given it back, a precious trust, to me.
