NO NEED HAVE THEY TO GO AWAY.
By American Friend
A DESERT place; night comes apace;
No food supply; shall souls thus die,
When God has sent the heavenly bread?
"No need have they to go away;"
God's manna sweet to give them eat
And let the multitude be fed. The multitude in want of food—
Shall one depart with longing heart,
In hunger seeking to be filled?
"No need have they to go away;"
Conditions meet; give them to eat,
That famine's craving may be stilled. At home, abroad, on lonely road,
Or crowded street where many greet,
Perchance they hunger for life's food;
"No need have they to go away;"
In love discreet give them to eat,
And feed the suffering multitude. Beyond the seas are feeble knees,
In distant lands are trembling hands,
The multitude is dying there.
"No need have they to go away;"
Yet time is fleet; give them to eat;
The bread of life with them now share.
—American Friend.