Scripture Verse

Give us this day our daily bread. Matthew 6:11


Words: John Need­ham, Hymns De­vo­tion­al and Mo­ral on Va­ri­ous Sub­jects (Bris­tol, Eng­land: S. Far­ley, 1768), num­ber 43.

Music: Abid­ing Grace John S. Camp, 1905 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Need­ham (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

John S. Camp (1858–1946)


From Thee, my God, all bless­ings spring,
To Thee my life I owe;
My lungs by Thee were bid to heave,
My feet were taught to go.

Thy wool me clothes, Thy bread I eat,
Thy streams my thirst al­lay:
Each night Thou spread’st a tent around,
Kind guard­ian through the day.

A friend, that me­di­cine sweet of life,
To Thee, my God, I owe:
Health, cre­dit, li­ber­ty, and peace
All from Thy boun­ty flow.

Author of good! I praise Thy name,
On Thee I still de­pend:
Give me this day my dai­ly bread,
All need­ful bless­ings send.

If more Thou giv’st, I thank Thee, Lord;
If less, still kind Thou art:
Content with this, may I se­cure
That sure and bet­ter part.

Next to Thy right may I have claim
To all that I call mine;
My hon­est labors pros­per, Lord,
Thus give me that is Thine.

All anx­ious cares that wound my peace,
Lord, ban­ish from my breast;
The fu­ture I would leave with Thee,
For Thou wilt do the best.