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I delivered the poor and the fatherless.
Job 59:12.

Boden.

Bright Source of everlasting love,

To thee our souls we raise;

And to thy sovereign bounty rear

A monument of praise.

2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life

With every cheering ray,

Kindly restrains the rising tear,

Or wipes that tear away.

3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain,

Our cheerful feet repair,

And with the gifts thy hand bestows,

Relieve the mourners there.

4 The widow’s heart shall sing for joy;

The orphan shall be fed;

The hungering soul we’ll gladly point

To Christ, the living Bread.

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