THE LANCASHIRE OPERATIVE’S HYMN. BY JOHN PLUMMER.
From homes where hunger’s plaintive cries,
E’er strike our hearts with anguish dumb;
With falt’ring lips and tearful eyes,
To Thee, Oh! Lord, we trembling come;
Not for ourselves alone to plead,
But for the loved whome erst we fed; -
Oh! help us, Lord, in this own need,
And give to us our daily bread.
Be merciful, Oh! Lord.
We know that in life’s sunny day,
Too oft our hearts Thy name forgot;
That when our foolish souls did stray,
We saw Thy face but knew Thee not.
And now we crouch in grim [despair] ,
Our hearts and souls are filled with dread,
Hear Thou, O! Lord, our earnest prayer,
And give us our daily bread.
Be [merciful] , Oh! Lord.
Oft, day by day, we’ve battled sore
With sorrow, wretchedness, and pain;
Till, wearied, we could strive no more,
To rend the life-consuming chain.
Our cheeks are pale and worn with care,
And sadly droops each aching head; -
Oh! Lord, Thy rod of vengeance spare,
And give to us our daily bread.
Be [merciful] , Oh! Lord.
The winter comes with chilling frost,
With piercing blast, and blinding snow;
While we – like sheep on moorland lost –
In sadness wander to and fro.
In vain we try to hush the cries
Of infants waiting to be fed: -
Lord, yield to us Thy sympathies,
And give to us our daily bread.
Be merciful, Oh! Lord.
For we have learn’d to place our trust
In Thee, and in Thy boundless love;
We know that Thou art good and just,
And wilt Thy mercy to us prove.
And so we suffer and endure,
Nor murmur on our sleepless bed; -
For well we know that to the poor
Thou’lt kindly give their daily bread.
Be merciful, Oh! Lord.