An Hymn for the Georgia Orphans Come let us join our God to bless, And praise him evermore, That Father of the fatherless, That helper of the poor. Our dying parents us forsake, His mercy takes us up: Kindly vouchsafes his own to make, And he becomes our hope. For us he in the wilderness A table hath prepar'd, Us whom his love delights to bless, His providence to guard. Known unto him are all our needs; And when we seek his face, His open hands our bodies feeds, Our souls he feeds with grace. Then let us in his service spend What we from him receive, And back to him what he shall send In thanks and praises give.