TWO HYMNS

Parent to those, whose infant days

No human parent know;

To thee, O Charity! the praise

Of filial love shall flow.

Base want, and vice, a foe to all!

Round us their snares had thrown.

Had not thy arm, at pity's call,

Embrac'd us for thine own.

O blest the land! where all to Thee

A tender homage pay!

Where indigence and wealth agree

To venerate thy sway!

That land the wrath of Heaven may spare.

When ruthless nations groan;

Her guarded orphan's grateful prayer

May rise to mercy's throne.

Parent to those, whose infant days

No human parent know;

To Thee, O Charity, the praise

Of filial love shall flow.