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In thee the fatherless findeth mercy.
Hos. 14:3.
O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise
Above our utmost need,
Incline thine ear unto our cry,
And hear the orphan plead.
2 Bereft of all a mother’s love,
And all a mother’s care,
Lord, whither shall we flee for help?
To whom direct our prayer?
3 To thee we flee, to thee we pray;
Thou shalt our Father be:
More than the fondest parent’s care
We find, O Lord, in thee.
4 Already Thou hast heard our cry,
And wiped away our tears:
Thy mercy has a refuge found
To guard our helpless years.
5 O, let thy love descend on those
Who pity to us show;
Nor let their children ever taste
The orphan’s cup of woe.