ANSWER

RUTH INGRAHAM

O Love, who didst the want supply
Of Hagar's famished son,
And in the burning wilderness
Didst make the streams to run,
In this, the desert of my life,
Again Thy will be done!

O Thou by whom that mother's prayer—
Voiceless in her despair—
Was heard and answered in the hour
That seemed to mock Thy care,
Swift still to hear, for my great need
Refreshment Thou'lt prepare.

Forgive, O Love, and thanks receive;
My woe doth but compel
A lifting up of downcast eyes,
Blinded by error's spell,
To see, as near me in my need,
The angel and the well!