1 The little lad came with his loaves and his fishes;
The way had been dreary and long.
As patiently out to the desert He followed
The feet of the hurrying throng.
Pushed ruthless aside by the crown in endeavor
To find a more excellent place,
His weariness all in a moment had vanished
At sight of the Master’s kind face.

2 He listened with joy to the words full of comfort
That touchingly, tenderly fell
On hearts that were sorrowful, hearts that were troubled,
As clear as the tones of a bell.
And when He was asked for his loaves and his fishes
He cheerfully, willingly gave
All, all he possest to the hand of the Master,
The crown from their hunger to save.

3 Dear Master, I come with my loaves and my fishes,
‘Tis all that I have, but I give
As cheerfully now as the lad in the desert,
That others for Thee, Lord, may live.
O take them, I pray Thee, and graciously use them
Thy kingdom of love to increase,
Restoring the fainting, refreshing the weary,
And giving to each Thy sweet peace.