An Hymn for the Georgia Orphans

Come, let us join our God to bless,
And praise Him evermore;
That Father of the fatherless,
That Helper of the poor.

Our dying parents us forsake;
His mercy takes us up,
Kindly vouchsafes His own to make,
And God becomes our hope.

For us He in the wilderness
A table hath prepared;
Us whom His love delights to bless,
His providence to guard.

Known unto Him are all our needs;
And, when we seek His face,
His open hand our bodies feeds,
Our souls He feeds with grace.

Then let us in His service spend
What we from Him receive;
And back to Him what He shall send
In thanks and praises give.