Father of mercies, send thy grace
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Father of mercies, send thy grace,All-powerful from above,To form in our obedient soulsThe image of thy love.
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O may our sympathizing breastsThat generous pleasure know,Kindly to share in others' joy,And weep for others' woe.
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When poor and helpless sons of griefIn deep distress are laid,Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,And swift our hands to aid.
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So Jesus looked on dying man,When, throned above the skies,And in the Father's bosom blest,He felt compassion rise.
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On wings of love the Saviour flew,To bless a ruined race;We would, O Lord, thy steps pursue,Thy bright example trace.