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Oh, Pity, Lord
Oh, pity, Lord, the Widow hear her cry!
Lonely her household lamp burns through the night
He who possessed her heart's young sympathy
No longer lives, her portion and delight.
She looks from earth, raises her heart on high, —
Pity, oh Lord, the Widow, hear her cry!
Oh, pity, Lord, the Orphan, hapless Child!
Father and mother mourning, view her tears
Abandoned, lost upon earth's dreary wild,
What can relieve her anguish, what her fears?
Walking with Thee, the just, the undefiled. —
Pity, oh Lord, the Orphan, hapless Child!
Oh, pity, Lord, the Lonely! through the street
Of crowded life, no friendly face she sees
Turn Thy face to her graciously, and greet
Her, Oh, blest Father, with the words of peace.
With Thee, Companion, solitude is sweet
Oh, pity, Lord, the Lonely through the street.
Oh, pity, Lord, Thine own each hath a care,
And we do lean in fondest trust on Thee!
Infinite mercy Thou canst justly spare,
For Jesus died and rose, our souls to free.
Father of Jesus, answer now our prayer,
Oh, Lord, on Thee we lean, each hath a care!
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