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Abandon'd by a parent's care,
They famish'd press the sod,
And in the wildness of despair
Demand their meat of God.
By him who feeds the ravenous bird
And guards the sparrow's lot,
Shall our petitions be unheard?
Our sorrowing sighs forgot?
Consider how the lilies grow,
The young birds safely rove,
Nor fear in every time of wo
To trust your Maker's love.
