The thoughtless brute his master knows

Verse 1
The thoughtless brute his master knows,
And loves the hand that gives him food,
But me, from whom their being flows,
Sole author of their total good,
The Lord, and friend of all mankind
My people have not sense to find.

Verse 2
Duller than beasts the human herd,
Tho’ fed with blessings from above,
My people pay me no regard,
Nor own my providential love,
Nor for their kind preserver care
In whom they live, and move, and are.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master’s crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.”—[Isa.] i. 3. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 369.
Publishing: Public Domain