Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: The manna favor'd Israel's meat
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Page Number: 018, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThe manna, favor'd Israel's meat,
Was gather'd day by day,
When all the host was serv'd, the heat
Melted the rest away.
In vain to hoard it up they try'd,
Against to-morrow came;
It then bred worms and putrify'd,
And prov'd their sin and shame.
'Twas daily bread, and would not keep,
But must be still renew'd;
Faith should not want a hoard or heap,
But trust the Lord for food.
The truths, by which the souls is fed,
Must thus be had afresh;
For notions resting in the head,
Will only feed the flesh.
However, true, they give no life,
Nor unction do impart,
They breed the worms of pride and strife,
But cannot cheer the heart.
Nor can the best experience past,
The life of faith maintain;
The brightest hope will faint at last,
Unless supply'd again.
Dear Lord, while we in pray'r are found,
Do thou the manna give;
Oh! let it fall on all around,
That we may eat and live.