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[Father of Lights, to Thee, from whom]

Father of Lights, to Thee, from whom
Each perfect gift descends;
To Thee with humble prayers we come,
For all our bounteous friends.
Blessings, the payment of the poor,
Our lips and hearts return:
May Heaven, which gave, augment their store,
And comfort those that mourn!
O that we better could improve
What's in such plenty sown!
But dews of grace are from above,
Our wants and sins our own.
Only the lowly and the meek
Shall rest of mind obtain:
Such followers does our Saviour seek,
Such shall His kingdom gain.
Thither may we be safe convey'd,
When life's rough storms are o'er,
And all who give their friendly aid
To help us to the shore.
To God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, One and Three,
As is, and was, for time to come,
Eternal glory be!