FATHER, 'tis thine each day to yield Thy children's wants a fresh supply; Thou...

FATHER, 'tis thine each day to yield Thy children's wants a fresh supply; Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field, And hearest the young ravens cry.

On thee we cast our care, we live Through thee, who know'st our every need; O feed us with thy grace, and give Our souls this day the living bread!