THAT JEWISH LAD

He must have been a thoughtful youth,

His name the record has not given,

But if his heart imbibed the truth,

‘ Tis written in the books of heaven.

A cipher in the multitude,

He followed with his meager store,

And far from his perception crude

The miracle that made it more.

With loaves and fishes few, this lad

By power and aid of one divine

Has made the hungry thousands glad

And God's providing power to shine.

When at the midweek hour of prayer

Ye faithful mourn your number few,

Pray He who fed that throng be there

Your faith and vigor to renew.

He will your meek petitions hear

Which, like those loaves and fishes small,

Will cause his glory to appear

In showers of blessing that will fall.

The centuries are sweeping by,

Bearing their millions gay and sad,

And wafting those to realms on high

Who follow with that Jewish lad.