A Hymn for Charity Children: Another

To Thee, O Father of mankind,
Shall our glad hymns ascend:
To anger slow, to love inclined;
Thy goodness knows no end.

The poor and needy from the dust
Tis Thy delight to raise,
Who in the' assemblies of the just
Will still record Thy praise.

Each hand and heart that lend us aid,
Thou didst inspire and guide;
Nor shall their love be unrepaid,
Who for the poor provide.

The choicest of Thy blessings shower
On those who us have blest!
Unfailing streams of bounty pour
On every bounteous breast.

Gather those outcasts who remain
Exposed as we before;
So shall our still increasing train
With louder songs adore.