Peace, troubled soul, thou need’st not fear!
Thy great Provider still is near;
Who fed thee last, will feed thee still;
Be calm, and sink into his will.

The Lord, who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim,
Ask and receive in Jesus’ name.

His stores are open all, and free
To such as truly upright be;
Water and bread he’ll give for food,
With all things else which he sees good.

Your sacred hairs, which are so small,
By God himself are numbered all;
This truth he’s published all abroad,
That men may learn to trust the Lord.

(The Great Provider by Samuel Ecking)