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The Eyes of all wait upon Thee.
1
Bounteous Father! all creation
Raise to thee the suppliant eye:
Every people, tongue, and nation,
On thy liberal hand rely.
2
Birds, that wheel in rapid motion;
Insects, countless, without end;
Beast of field, and fish of ocean,
Look to thee, their common friend!
3
Thou hast riches, undiminish'd,
Though thine aid all worlds implore;
Ever varied, still replenish'd,
From thine own exhaustless store!
4
On thy gifts have we been feeding,
From our birth, in rich supplies;
But the gift, all else exceeding,
In the Saviour's advent lies!
5
Finite blessings claim our praises,
(Shown to creatures who rebel!)
But our heavenly prospect raises
Thanks too vast for tongue to tell!
