Stanza 1
When the disciples crossed the lake
With but one loaf on board;
How strangely did their hearts mistake
The caution of their Lord.
Stanza 2
"The leaven of the Pharisees
Beware," the Savior said;
They thought, it is because he sees
We have forgotten bread.
Stanza 3
It seems they had forgotten too,
What their own eyes had viewed;
How with what scarce sufficed for few,
He fed a multitude.
Stanza 4
If five small loaves, by his command,
Could many thousands serve;
Might they not trust his gracious hand,
That they should never starve?
Stanza 5
They oft his pow'r and love had known,
And doubtless were to blame;
But we have reason good to own
That we are just the same.
Stanza 6
How often has he brought relief,
And every want supplied!
Yet soon, again, our unbelief
Says, "Can the Lord provide?"
Stanza 7
Be thankful for one loaf today,
Though that be all your store;
Tomorrow, if you trust and pray,
Shall timely bring you more.