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I delivered the poor and the fatherless.
Job 59:12.
Bright Source of everlasting love,
To thee our souls we raise;
And to thy sovereign bounty rear
A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life
With every cheering ray,
Kindly restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away.
3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain,
Our cheerful feet repair,
And with the gifts thy hand bestows,
Relieve the mourners there.
4 The widow’s heart shall sing for joy;
The orphan shall be fed;
The hungering soul we’ll gladly point
To Christ, the living Bread.
Boden.