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[By miracle the crowd He fed]

His disciples were an hungered. —xii. 1.

By miracle the crowd He fed,
But let His own disciples need;
Present they their great Master see,
Yet feel the deepest poverty:
And shall a plaintive sinner faint,
As left in indigence and want,
When Christ doth us relief afford,
As quite forsaken of his Lord?

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What if we pine for want of bread
When first we in His footsteps tread,
Better to share our Lord's distress,
Than plenty with the world possess:
Thankful the honour I receive,
Saviour, the needy life to live,
Sweet fellowship with Thee to prove,
And have no riches but Thy love.