  "The Lord will provide," a blackbird sings, Folding to rest his raptured wings; List to the song of the drowsy wind,— "The Lord will provide for he is kind." "The Lord will provide," a farmer's stay, When storms, like foemen, throng the way; "Though blight bewilder the crops this year, The Lord will provide, good wife, no fear." "The Lord will provide," a widow's moan Longing for joy the past has known; The weary needle forgets its woe As "He will provide," she whispers low. "The Lord will provide," a sore heart sighed, "I in his boundless love confide." A step came staggering to the door; The Lord will provide forever more. "The Lord will provide," a father said, My darlings will not want for bread; He who sees the wounded sparrow fall Will surely provide for one and all. "The Lord will provide," sang Baby Nell; How sweetly the assurance fell On the spirit worn with grief and pain, Till the fainting faith revived again. "The Lord will provide, my mamma, dear," And swift she kisses the healing tear From the grateful mother's pallid cheek; "The Lord provides for the poor and weak." "The Lord will provide," an orphan wails, As every spring of living fails; "The Lord will provide," the martyr cries |
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