Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne — Hymn 3

Oh! God of mercy, let my lyre

Speak with energetic fire;

And teach my infant tongue to raise,

The grateful animated lays.

While musing at thy hallow'd shrine,

I listen to thy word divine;

I bless the page of genuine truth;

Oh! may its precepts guide my youth.

To Thee, thou Good Supreme! I bend,

Do thou the humble prayer attend.

F. D. B. aged 12.