Beyond Beth­sa­ida’s bor­ders,
The wea­ry Sav­ior went,
To rest with His dis­ci­ples,
Before the day was spent;
But ea­ger people hast­ened,
The Son of Man to seek;
The poor and hea­vy laden
Desired to hear Him speak.

With pa­tient love He taught them,
Till sha­dows fell apace,
But all the people hun­gered
In that far de­sert place.
His heart with pi­ty melt­ed;
How ma­ny loaves have ye?
He said to the dis­ci­ples,
And bade them go and see.

A lit­tle lad among them,
His loaves and fish­es spared;
But Je­sus blessed and brake them,
And all the boun­ty shared.
With on­ly this pro­vi­sion,
Which Je­sus blessed and brake,
They fed the hun­gry thou­sands,
That day, be­side the lake.

Then bring your all to Je­sus,
However poor and small;
Come, hast­en now to bring it,
The lit­tle lads and all.
’Tis not the gifts we of­fer,
That help the world to­day,
But Je­sus’ bless­ing on them,
That sends them on their way.