"Give us this day our daily bread"!
Dear Father, Thou hast oped mine eyes
To see Thy spiritual supplies,
Thy loving banquet freely spread.
I do not need to lay up store,
For day by day the manna falls;
I need but listen when Love calls
To have my bread forevermore.
My purse is void—to human sense
A broken reed has snapped in twain;
But human loss is spiritual gain,
And God is rich in recompense.
My daily bread is knowing Thee
And seeing in my brother's face
Thy likeness, pure and full of grace,
And formed in perfect symmetry.
"Give us this day our daily bread"!
What can I lack, since all is mine?
Love says, All that I have is thine,
And leads me to His banquet spread.
