Thou hearst the hungry ravens when they cry,
And to thy children shalt Thou not send bread;
Who on thy aid alone for help rely,
And in the steps of Christ alone would tread?
They shall not cry for righteousness in vain,
But bread from heaven thy hand shall soon supply;
When falls in plenteous showers the latter rain,
Thy plants shall push their thrifty branches high;
And untilled lands that now affront the sight
To the strong plough their riches shall lay bare;
And like thy fruitful fields the eye delight,
Rejoycing in thy sun and shower to share,
And they who mourn shall sing the harvest song,
And reap the crops that to thy sons belong.