At Thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow:
2 Willing hands, to lead the blind,
Heal the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store.
3 Teach us, O thou Heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,