1 Kings 17:14.
What joy to a heart bowed with sorrow,
A soul filled with utter despair,
With not one bright hope for the morrow,
Her last meal about to prepare,
What joy to hear words of such surety
When naught but starvation was faced—
“The cruse of oil shall not fail thee,
The barrel of meal shall not waste.”
What peace came to her as, believing,
She calmly took God at His Word!
What blessed results from receiving
The messenger sent from the Lord!
How sorrow was changed into gladness,
And mourning transformed into joy!
Dispelling the fear and the sadness,
Came rest which no soul could destroy.
Today the blest Saviour is speaking
To all of His children below—
To those bravely toiling and seeking
To battle and fight ‘gainst the foe.
His words are replete with assurance,
Than honey more sweet to the taste—
“The cruse of oil shall not fail thee,
The barrel of meal shall not waste.”
Unlimited all His resources,
His promises never shall fail;
Not all of the enemy’s forces
Can over His power prevail.
His bounties are never exhausted,
He offers rich blessings to pour;
Although of His gifts you have tasted,
Draw ever afresh from His store.