Text: | At Charity Lectures |
Author: | Doddridge |
1 Father of mercies, send thy grace,
All pow'rful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.
2 O may our sympathizing breasts
The gen'rous pleasure know;
Kindly to share in other's joy,
And weep for other's woe.
3 When the most helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying man,
When thron'd above the skies;
And mid'st th' embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground,
And shed the richest of his blood,
A balm for ev'ry wound.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Father of mercies, send thy grace |
Title: | At Charity Lectures |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Miscellaneous Hymns for Sundry Occasions |