Wesley Corpus

A Hymn for Charity-Children (Another 1) O thou, whose wisdom, power and love For all thy works provide, Which those vast orbs that roul above And our low center guide. The rich, the poor, the mean, the great Are link'd by thy strong hands; Poiz'd on its base the work's compleat, The firm composure stands. 10"Still" changed to "To" in 4th edn. (1748) and following. The meanest worm that creeps on earth Is not below thy care; And we, altho' of humble birth, Thy God-like bounty share. Whoe'er thy being dare dispute Are silenc'd here with ease; The stones themselves would them confute, If we should hold our peace. Th' Almighty be their strong defence, And multiply their store, Who still concur with providence, Still aid and bless the poor.