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John Newton - Manna Hoarded
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The manna favored Israel`s meat,
Was gathered day by day;
When all the host was served, the heat
Melted the rest away. 

In vain to hoard it up they tried,
Against tomorrow came;
It then bred worms and putrefied,
And proved their sin and shame. 

`Twas daily bread and would not keep,
But must be still renewed;
Faith should not want a hoard or heap,
But trust the Lord for food. 

The truths by which the soul is fed,
Must thus be had afresh;
For notions resting in the head,
Will only feed the flesh. 

However true, they have no life,
Or unction to impart;
They breed the worms of pride and strife,
But cannot cheer the heart. 

Nor can the best experience past,
The life of faith maintain;
The brightest hope will faint at last,
Unless supplied again. 
 
Dear Lord, while we in prayer are found,
Do thou the Manna give;
O! let it fall on all around,
That we may eat and live.
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