| The poorest of the poor are we, But precious are our souls to Thee, Whom, though Thou art the Lord of all, Our Heavenly Father we may call. | | If meanly clad and sparely fed, Give us this day our daily bread, For all that live and move, and are, In Providence, Thy bounty share. | | To Thee, when the young ravens cry, Thy hands their humble wants supply; Alike on Thee, their unknown Friend, The lion and the lamb depend. | | Thine air, Thy sunshine, dews, and showers, In season make the lily's flowers More beautiful to look upon, Than on his throne, King Solomon. | | 368 The widow, old and desolate; The orphan in his low estate; The slave, the outcast of mankind, Thee their almighty Helper, find. | | All times, and every where, Thine eye Looks down upon us from the sky; Could we look up by light divine, Ours might be ever fix'd on Thine. | | While every word we speak, Thine ear Through all creation's sounds can hear, By ours, if open'd to Thy Word, Thy voice from heaven would here be heard. | | Moment on moment, breath by breath, Our pilgrim life draws nearer death: Each breath, each moment, make us be More meet for immortality. | | O God, most merciful and just, Shall we not put in Thee our trust? In grief and pain, to calm our fears, Comfort our hearts, and wipe our tears. | |