1. Lord of life, all praise ex- cel- ling, Thou, in glo- ry un- con- fined, Deignst to make Thy hum- ble dwell- ing With the poor of hum- ble mind. As Thy love, through all cre- a- tion, Beams like Thy dif- fu- sive light; So the high and hum- ble sta- tion Both are e- qual in Thy sight.

2. Thus Thy care, for all pro- vi- ding, Warmed Thy faith- ful pro- phet's tongue; Who, the lot of all de- ci- ding, To Thy cho- sen Is- rael sung. When Thy har- vest yields Thee plea- sure, Thou the gol- den sheaf shalt bind; To the poor be- longs the trea- sure Of the scat- tered ears be- hind.

3. Still we read Thy Word de- clar- ing Mer- cy, Lord, Thine own de- cree; Mer- cy ev- 'ry sor- row shar- ing, Warms the heart res- emb- ling Thee. Still the or- phan and the stran- ger, Still the wi- dow owns Thy care; Screened by Thee in ev- 'ry dan- ger, Heard by Thee in ev- 'ry prayer.