For the Children in a Charity School

While saints and angels, glorious King,
Day without night Thy praises sing;
Thou wilt not humbler strains despise,
The songs of children reach the skies.

Amidst the whole creation's cares,
The meanest worm Thy bounty shares;
Thine eyes the depths of ocean see,
The grave itself hides not from Thee.

While want and hardships were our lot,
Thou knew'st us, though we knew Thee not;
Now we adore Thine hand that sends,
Our earthly comforts, home, and friends.

With these Thy heavenly gifts afford,
Thy Son, Thy Spirit, and Thy Word:--
Thy Word to teach our wayward youth,
Thy pure commandments, God of truth!--

Thy Spirit to dispel the night
Of sin and error, God of light!--
Thy Son, to raise our minds above
This world's affections, God of love!

For all the good Thy grace imparts,
What shall we give Thee?--take our hearts:
O seal them by Thy power divine,
In life, in death, for ever Thine.