The manna favored Israel's meat

Manna hoarded by John Newton


 * The manna favored Israel's meat,
 * Was gathered day by day;
 * When all the host was served, the heat
 * Melted the rest away.


 * In vain to hoard it up they tried,
 * Against tomorrow came;
 * It then bred worms and putrefied,
 * And proved their sin and shame.


 * 'Twas daily bread and would not keep,
 * But must be still renewed;
 * Faith should not want a hoard or heap,
 * But trust the LORD for food.


 * The truths by which the soul is fed,
 * Must thus be had afresh;
 * For notions resting in the head,
 * Will only feed the flesh.


 * However true, they have no life,
 * Or unction to impart;
 * They breed the worms of pride and strife,
 * But cannot cheer the heart.


 * Nor can the best experience past,
 * The life of faith maintain;
 * The brightest hope will faint at last,
 * Unless supplied again.


 * Dear Lord, while we in prayer are found,
 * Do thou the Manna give;
 * O! let it fall on all around,
 * That we may eat and live.