CRUMBS.
Crumbs that from Thy table fall, Lord of life and Lord of all, bettei they than richest fare in the lialls of earthly care. Nought deserving, weak and poor, waiting humble at Thy door, marked and shamed with sodden rin, warmth, the cheer, the light, happy hungrily we gaze withih. Ah, the voices, faces bright; ah, the earollings that call from the Saviour'g banquet hall! Just a crumb of all the bliss, what a w'ealth of joy were thisl So unworthy, last and least, only beggars • t the feast! Ah, but more, and endless more, Thou dogt portion from Thy store; more than crumbs dost Thou bestow, morp than crumbs Thy children know. Wide the portal opened wide to the hungry folks "outside; worn and wasted with our sin, freely, glad, we hasten in. Ours a place, a vacant chair, ample viands waiting there; let the dogs with crumbs be fed; ours. the children 's meat and bread! — Amps R. Wells.
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Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Volume 81, Issue 55, 27 November 1937, Page 12
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162CRUMBS. Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Volume 81, Issue 55, 27 November 1937, Page 12
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