Feeding the Five Thousand

Beyond Beth­sa­ida’s bor­ders

The wea­ry Sav­ior went

To rest with His dis­ci­ples

Before the day was spent;

But ea­ger people hast­ened

The Son of Man to seek;

The poor and hea­vy la­den

Desired to hear Him speak.

With pa­tient love He taught them

Till sha­dows fell apace

But all the people hun­gered

In that far de­sert place.

His heart with pi­ty melt­ed;

How ma­ny loaves have ye?

He said to the dis­ci­ples

And bade them go and see.

A lit­tle lad among them

His loaves and fish­es spared;

But Je­sus blessed and brake them

And all the boun­ty shared.

With on­ly this pro­vi­sion

Which Je­sus blessed and brake

They fed the hun­gry thou­sands

That day

be­side the lake.

Then bring your all to Je­sus

However poor and small;

Come

hast­en now to bring it

The lit­tle lads and all.

’Tis not the gifts we of­fer

That help the world to­day

But Je­sus’ bless­ing on them

That sends them on their way.