John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 39
The prophets sons, in time of old,|
Though to appearance poor;
Were rich without possessing gold,
And honoured, though obscure.
2. In peace their daily bread they eat,
3. The prophet's presence cheered their toil,
4. Once as they listened to his theme,
5. Alas! it was not mine, he said,|
How shall I make it good?
Elisha heard, and when he prayed,
The iron swam like wood.
6. If God, in such a small affair,
7. Though kings and nations in his view
8. Not one concern of ours is small,
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