A life devoted all to Thee.
Since Thou, on us compassion taking,
With daily bread our wants dost feed,
So, pity in our breasts awaking,
Make us to feel for others’ need:
Thou rich and poor alike dost love,
Then let them both thy bounty prove.
Thy heavenly dews our seed have nourish’d,
And plenteous fruit our harvests yield;
But have the fruits of faith too flourish’d