Go, bid the hungry orphan be with thy abundance blest; Invite the wand’rer to thy gate, and spread the couch of rest. 5 Let him who pines with piercing cold by thee be warm’d and clad; Be thine the blissful task to make the downcast mourner glad.
Behold th’ amazing gift of love the Father hath bestow’d On us, the sinful sons of men, to call us sons of God! 2 Conceal’d as yet this honour lies, by this dark world unknown, A world that knew not when he came, ev’n God’s eternal Son. 3 High is the rank we now possess; but higher we shall rise; Though what we shall hereafter be is hid from mortal eyes: 4 Our souls, we know, when he appears, shall bear his image bright; For all his glory, full disclos’d, shall open to our sight. 5 A hope so great, and so divine, may trials well endure; And purge the soul from sense and sin, as Christ himself is pure.
And may thy kingdom still advance, till grace to glory rise. 3 A grateful homage may we yield, with hearts resign’d to thee; And as in heav’n thy will is done, on earth so let it be.From day to day we humbly own the hand that feeds us still: Give us our bread, and teach to rest contented in thy will.Our sins before thee we confess; O may they be forgiv’n! As we to others mercy show, we mercy beg from Heav’n.Still let thy grace our life direct; from evil guard our way; And in temptation’s fatal path permit us not to stray. 7 For thine the pow’r, the kingdom thine; all glory’s due to thee: Thine from eternity they were, and thine shall ever be.