Father of our feeble race

Verse 1

Father of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind! Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows Thy goodness unconfined.

Verse 2

Lord, what offerings shall we bring, At Thine altars when we bow? Grateful loving hearts, the spring Whence the kind affections flow:

Verse 3

Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind; Charity, with liberal store.

Verse 4

Teach us, O Thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind; Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to Thee and all mankind.