Father Of Our Feeble Race

Father of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind!
Spread o’er nature’s ample face,
Flows Thy goodness unconfined.

Lord, what offerings shall we bring,
At Thine altars when we bow?
Grateful loving hearts, the spring
Whence the kind affections flow:

Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with liberal store.

Teach us, O Thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind;
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to Thee and all mankind.