In us the work of faith fulfil:
So not heaven's host shall swifter move,
Than we on earth to do thy will.
3Father! 'tis thine each day to yield
Thy children's wants a fresh supply;
Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field,
And hearest the young ravens cry.
4On thee we cast our care; we live
Through thee, who know'st our every need:
O feed us with thy grace, and give