So Melancholy Why, Poor Heart?

So me­lan­cho­ly why

poor heart

So hea­vy and so full of smart

And still for earth­ly things?

Resign thee to the Lord thy God

Who Heav­en and the earth hath made.

Elijah

speak: Who gave thee bread

When dearth and drought had ov­er­spread

Thy land for se­ve­ral years?

Did not the wi­dow’s cruse sup­ply

Her own and thy ne­ces­si­ty?

When near the jun’per thou didst stay

God sent His mes­sen­ger away

To fur­nish thee with food

Which that un­com­mon vi­gor gave

That thou couldst reach Mount Ho­reb’s cave.

Good Da­ni­el: In the li­on’s den

God ne’er for­got

tho’ left by men

But sent His an­gel down

To seize the pro­phet’s har­vest-mess

For His be­lov­èd in dis­tress.

Tho’ Jo­seph

in­to Egypt sold

By Po­ti­phar was laid in hold

For keep­ing God’s com­mand:

God raised him up to great re­nown

To save that na­tion and his own.

Did not the fur­nace lose its pow’r

When sev’n times heat­ed

to de­vour

The three men in the flame?

God sent His an­gel to their aid

And made the ty­rant sore afraid.

Thy plen­ty

Lord

is still as great

As ’twas in times of an­cient date;

In Thee is all my trust

Enrich my soul with faith and love

Then have I ev­ery­where enough.