295. His disciples were an hungered.—12:1. 1 BY miracle the crowd He fed, But let His own disciples need; Present they their great Master see, Yet feel the deepest poverty: And shall a plaintive sinner faint, As left in indigence and want, When Christ doth us relief afford, As quite forsaken of his Lord? 2 What if we pine for want of bread When first we in His footsteps tread, Better to share our Lord’s distress, Than plenty with the world possess: Thankful the honour I receive, Saviour,