ACCORDING to the word of God
His way Elijah took,
Toward the silent wilds untrod
By Cherith’s lonely brook;
Nor doubted as he onward sped
That God would send him daily bread.
No footstep sought his solitude,
No manna fell from heaven,
No angel brought ethereal food
Yet full supplies were given;
Each morn and eve with bread and meat
The ravens flew to his retreat.
And there, alone with God, he lived
In meditation high,
And light and faith and power received
As weeks and months rolled by—
Who knows what glories met his sight
To fit him for his work of might?
IS GOD UNCHANGED? Is He the same
Who fed Elijah there?
YES, EVERLASTING IS HIS NAME!
UNCEASING IS HIS CARE!
Who rests in Him may rest secure—
His bread is given, his waters sure.