1 The Lord, who rules the world's affairs,
For me a well spread board prepares;
My grateful thanks to him shall rise,
He knows myt wants, those wants supplies.
2 And shall I grudge to give his poor
A mite from all my generous store?
No, Lord, I the friends of thine and thee,
Shall always find a friend in me.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CDXXXIV