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Second Voioe . Pray then—the prayers of innocence refine , As to the mercy-seat their strains it bears ; And angels wing them to the throne divine With blessings and the incense of your tears . Pray then—the prayers of innocence refine , As to the mercy-seat their strains it bears .
Song . O Thou whose ear of mercy bends To the poor sparrows' nest—nor deems The flower unworthy care that tends In thirsty longing tow ' rds the streams : O provident , indulgent heaven , Thou knowest by whose humble care That secret bounty has been given Which recompensed the poor man ' s prayer
Thou holdest in thy judgment-hands , At will , exhaustion and excess ; Hence grow , beneath thy high commands , The need , the claim , the power to bless . And be it thine , O Providence ! Our benefactors' steps to trace , And all their deeds to recompense With plenitude of gifts and grace .
. Our spirits know them not—we feel The love their sympathy has won ; From their left hand their lips conceal The generous deeds their right has done . Yet may the work of mercy , hid Beneath the mantle of their faith , Soar upwards—though by them forbid , And plead their cause in holiest breath .
May every wish their hearts repeat , May every sigh their bosom heaves , Be answered from thy mercy-seat , Before the prayer their bosom leaves . O may their happy mothers see The peaceful flow of quiet years ! And never may their children be Doom'd to pour out an orphan ' s tears !
O let them like the forests rise , That tower aloft on Mamra's plain , Where , when the ancient oak-tree dies , A younger oak-tree sprouts again ! Or like the streams that ever flow From holy Siloa's fountain rill , Where all the wavelets as they go Wake other waves to sparkle still !