Though you see your bread withholden, find no place to lay your head;
Cast your all on Heaven’s protection: God to life can raise the dead!
Who the widow’s oil replenished? Who kept good her needed store,
When Elijah shared her morsel, having naught to purchase more?
If we blindly hug earth’s treasures, where shall we a shelter find?
Soon the plagues will be upon us! all then on the altar bind.
Do you say ’tis on the altar? By the fruit it will be known:
God is searching out his people, and is sealing for his own.
Let us fear lest we offend him, and he pass our dwelling by:
He will have a holy people, whom no plague can e’er come nigh.