A Hymn for Charity Children: Another

O Thou, whose wisdom, power, and love,
For all Thy works provide;
Which those vast orbs that roll above,
And our low centre guide.

The rich, the poor, the mean, the great,
Are link'd by Thy strong hands;
Poised on its base, the work's complete,
The firm composure stands.

The meanest worm that creeps on earth
Is not below Thy care;
And we, although of humble birth,
Thy Godlike bounty share.

Whoe'er Thy Being dare dispute,
Are silenced here with ease;
The stones themselves would them confute,
If we should hold our peace.

The' Almighty be their strong defence,
And multiply their store,
Who still concur with Providence
To aid and bless the poor.