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The Book of Praise.
XVI.
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy goodness we adore ; A spring, whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.
Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest
In every cheerful ray ; Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love restores the day.
Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields, With joyful clusters bend the vines,
With harvests wave the fields.
But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord,
Are in the Gospel seen ; There, like the Sun, Thy mercy shines
Without a cloud between.
Thomas Gibbo?is. 1784. |
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XVII.
I sing th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
f sing the wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day : The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey. |
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