Divine Providence
(A Penta Hymn)
Our Lord, with thy provisions,
Our thirst is quenched, and hunger quelled,
Our tissues are much lulled.
For Thee alone we've fasted,
The sweetest blessings we've tasted;
And we feel so much blessed.
Open thy treasures for 'em
That are still so much just starving—
Let it be time for 'em.
Our soul is now shivering,
Ah, this hefty lump in the throat
Pray, just steady their boat.
We feel their hunger and thirst,
Ah, it is now getting the worst—
Else, I too be then cursed.
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