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John Newton - The Borrowed Axe
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The prophets sons, in time of old,
Though to appearance poor;
Were rich without possessing gold,
And honoured, though obscure. 

In peace their daily bread they eat,
By honest labor earned;
While daily at Elisha`s feet,
They grace and wisdom learned. 

The prophet`s presence cheered their toil,
They watched the words he spoke;
Whether they turned the furrowed soil,
Or felled the spreading oak. 

Once as they listened to his theme,
Their conference was stopped;
For one beneath the yielding stream,
A borrowed axe had dropped. 

Alas! it was not mine, he said,
How shall I make it good?
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;
To teach us this, the Lord of all,
Once made the iron swim.
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