1 Cast thy bread upon the waters,
Ye who have but scant supply,
Angel eyes will watch around it;
You shall find it by and by;
He who in his righteous balance
Doth each human action weight
Will your sacrifice remember,
Will your loving deed repay.
2 Cast thy bread upon the waters,
Poor and weary, worn with care,--
Often sitting in the shadow,--
Have you not a crumb to spare?
Can you not to those around you
Sing some little song of hope,
As you look with longing vision
Through faith's mighty telescope?
3 Cast thy bread upon the waters,
Ye who have abundant store;
It may float on many a billow,
It may strand on many a shore;
You may think it lost forever,
But, as sure as God is true,
In this life or in the other,
It will yet return to you.
|First Line:||Cast thy bread upon the waters|
|Title:||Cast thy bread upon the waters|
|Source:||From "The Ark of Praise"|