HYMN Sung at a Charity Sermon, in Lancaster, on the 22d of January, 1797, for the Blind Asylum, Liverpool.

HYMN

Sung at a Charity Sermon, in Lancaster, on the 22d of January, 1797, for the Blind Asylum, Liverpool.

SUMMON'D before Jehovah's throne, Conscience would shrink with fear; If Heaven had not its mercy shewn, And sent a Saviour here.

One great command that Saviour gave, Whose life redeem'd from sin; That tender mercies, call'd to save, Should thro' our lives be seen.

To aid, to sooth the poor distrest, The righteous must rejoice: And every Christian's feeling breast, Be tun'd to pity's voice.

While we behold the grateful light, Can read th' instructive page; May those debarr'd the bliss of sight, All tenderness engage.

God's wond'rous works they cannot trace, In Nature's beauteous train; For veil'd to them her lovely face, Her seasons change in vain.

To them descends no beam of light; No suns have splendid shone; And but the changing day and night, By rest or labour known.

The poor and blind must claim your care; Ye rich! tis yours to bless; In pity needless wants oh spare! And give to their distress.

Oh pour instructions on their mind! Oh! cheer their dark abode! And to their every want be kind; Tis in the heavenly road