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" Our Father, which art in Heaven? |
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CLXXIII.
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But Thou canst read it there.
Thy Providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.
Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived
From whence these comforts flowed.
When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man. |
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