'Twas in the night the manna fell
That fed the hosts of Israel.
Enough for each day's fullest store
And largest need; enough, no more.
For willful waste, for prideful show,
God sent not angels' food below.
Still in our nights of deep distress
The manna falls our heart to bless.
And, famished, as we cry for bread,
With heavenly food our lives are fed,
And each day's need finds each day's store
Enough. Dear Lord, what want we more!
--Margaret Elizabeth Sangster.