Hymn CXCVI. Long Metre. Brotherly Love

O GOD, our father and our King, Of all we have, or hope, the spring; Send down thy spirit from above, And fill our hearts with holy love.

May we from every act abstain, That hurts, or gives our neighbour pain, And every secret wish suppress, That would abridge his happiness.

Still may we feel our hearts inclin'd, To act the friend to all mankind; Still seek their safety, health and ease, Their virtue and eternal peace.

With pity may our breast o'erflow, When we behold a wretch in woe; And bear a sympathising part With all who are of heavy heart.

Let love in all our conduct shine, An image fair, tho' faint of thine; Thus may we his disciples prove Who came to manifest thy love.