by John Newton

“ The prophets sons, in time of old, Though to appearance poor; Were rich without possessing gold, And honored, though obscure. In peace their daily bread they eat, By honest labor earned; While daily at Elisha's feet, They grace and wisdom learned. ”

“ Elisha heard, and when he prayed, The iron swam like wood. If God, in such a small affair, A miracle performs; It shows his condescending care Of poor unworthy worms. Though kings and nations in his view Are but as motes and dust; His eye and ear are fixed on you, Who in his mercy trust. Not one concern of ours is small, If we belong to him ”