Oh Lord look down with pitying eye,
Attend unto our mournful cry,
And bless us with reviving trade,
That we might have both work and bread.

Our children round about us cry,
For bread but we cannot supply,
Their wants and every other aid,
For we have neither work nor bread.

The earth with all its fullness, Lord,
Was made by most powerful word,
When though had its Foundation laid,
There seemed to be no need of trade.

Remember Job² that patient man,
With great afflictions he did stand,
In his distress he found a friend,
And so shall we went trade stuff mend.

Good people all attend a while,
And lend an ear I pray,
While we unfold the reason why,
We're travelling here today. [Note 471.1]

It is because we are out of work,
And bread cannot procure,
To see our children starve for food,
What parent can endure.

Trifle from you tho' e'er so small,
Will greatly us befriend,
We hope you will know poorer be,
But richer in the end.

All that giveth to the poor
Lendeth the Lord, [Note 471.2]
Now, kind friends, on us bestow
Whatever you can afford.