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VIII. A Song of Praise for Family-Prosperity.

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Thy Blessing, Lord, doth multiply
One Jacob to two Bands,
One Person to a Family,
Which thro' thy Blessing stands.
On all my Flock both great and small
Thy Sun doth Sweetly Shine.
Thy fruitful drops do gently fall
On every Branch of mine.

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Thy Blessing made the loaves to grow,
And multitudes were Fed.

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My House is Fill'd and Feasted too.
It is an House of Bread.
How can I hear my Children Sing,
And not Sing unto thee?
Since they glad Newes from Heav'n do bring,
My God must hear from me.

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Mine Olive Branches and my Vine
Thrive by my Tables Side,
Whilst others wither and decline,
Who in Deaths Shade abide.
With Covenant-Blood my posts are Red,
'Tis on my Lintle found.
And Lo! the line of Scarlet thread
Is on my window bound.

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'Tis not, my God, my self alone,
But mine, to thee I ow.
Thou mad'st me many out of one,
So let thy praises grow.
Whatever Lord is done to thine,
Thou count'st it done to thee

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And whatsoever's done to mine,
I Count it done to me.

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Let me be ever good to thine,
Who art so good to me!
Let thine be mine and mine be thine,
And they twice mine shall be;
Then shall my House a Temple be,
Then I and mine shall Sing
Hosannaes to thy Majestie,
And praise our Heavenly King.