Thousands Completely Fed

Thousands comp­lete­ly fed

With a few loaves of bread

Such as would bare­ly form

One house­hold’s fare

And

when the feast was o’er

The frag­ments were a store

Enough for needy hun­dreds

Still to share.

What was the pow­er that wrought

This won­der pass­ing thought?

What but that Word di­vine

Which called of yore

Systems and suns to grace

The migh­ty realms of space

And then with life and beau­ty

Spread them o’er?

God on­ly can create;

None less could ar­ro­gate

The pow­er to sway all

Nature with a nod!

O Christ! be Thou ad­ored

For that cre­at­ive word

Which blessed the bread was God’s

And Thou art God!