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Lord God, if one without due fear

Repeat Thy ten commandments here,

And break them then, -- not true His love to Thee.

So if one call Thee Father, yet

His brethren own not, or forget,

Sick is his heart, though sound his words may be.

Thou madest us of self-same blood,

We eat alike, and live by food;

If one should find a heap of bones

From which the worms have stripped the fleshly pall,

How could he lord from servant tell,

Though once he might have known them well?

God sits above all earthly thrones,

And feeds all living creatures great and small;

Jews, Heathens, Christians, are His servants all.