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ORPHAN'S HYMN.

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[For the Annual Celebration of the Asylum at Savannah, Ga. 1811]

O Thou, who hear'st our orphan sighs,
When lowly at thy throne we bend,
Let this our happier hymn arise,
And to thy mercy-seat ascend.
Our infant hours began in gloom;
No ray of worldly joy was near;
Cold want destroyed our early bloom,
Pale sorrow called our early tear.
But, Charity, thy genial light
Burst thro' the shade, and cheer'd our way,
And, kindlier still, revealed to sight
The glories of the Gospel day.

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Great God, for those whose fostering love
Has gently nurtur'd our young powers,
We pray that blessings from above
May lightly wing their earthly hours.
And when the solemn day draws near,
That calls our rescued souls to thee,
Together may we all appear,
And mingle in eternity.