1 Thousands completely fed with a few loaves of bread
Such as would barely form one household’s fare,
And, when the feast was o’er, the fragments were a store
Enough for needy hundreds still to share.

2 What was the power that wrought this wonder passing thought?
What but that Word divine, which called of yore
Systems and suns to grace the mighty realms of space,
And then with life and beauty spread them o’er?

3 God only can create; none less could arrogate
The power to sway all nature with a nod!
O Christ! be Thou adored, for that creative word
Which blessed the bread was God’s, and Thou art God!