Supports the weight of sea and land,
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more!
2Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good:
My soul is nourished by thy word;
Let soul and body praise the Lord.
3My streams of outward comfort came
From him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,