Matthew 12:1: By miracle the crowd He fed

By miracle the crowd He fed.
But let His own disciples need;
Present they their great Master see,
Yet feel the deepest poverty:
And shall a plaintive sinner faint.
As left in indigence and want.
When Christ doth us relief afford.
As quite forsaken of his Lord?

What if we pine for want of bread
When first we in His footsteps tread,
Better to share our Lord's distress,
Than plenty with the world possess:
Thankful the honour I receive,
Saviour, the needy life to live.
Sweet fellowship with Thee to prove,
And have no riches but Thy love.