"Though blight bewilder the crops this year,
The Lord will provide, good wife, no fear."
"The Lord will provide," a widow's moan
Longing for joy the past has known;
The weary needle forgets its woe
As "He will provide," she whispers low.
"The Lord will provide," a sore heart sighed,
"I in his boundless love confide."
A step came staggering to the door;
The Lord will provide forever more.