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HYMN FOR AN ORPHAN.
O thou! beneath whose piercing eye,
Kingdoms, and worlds, and systems lie,
At whose command we live or die;
Lo, to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
An Orphan child.
Kingdoms, and worlds, and systems lie,
At whose command we live or die;
Lo, to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
An Orphan child.
Though midst thy glory's dazzling blaze,
Bright seraphs chaunt their hymns of praise,
Yet I a grateful song would raise;
Then O, attend my artless lays,
An Orphan child!
Bright seraphs chaunt their hymns of praise,
Yet I a grateful song would raise;
Then O, attend my artless lays,
An Orphan child!
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Worlds upon worlds, sustained by thee,
Revolve in perfect harmony,
Thou dost uphold on earth and sea,
Then O, support and shelter me,
An Orphan child!
Revolve in perfect harmony,
Thou dost uphold on earth and sea,
Then O, support and shelter me,
An Orphan child!
Mid long temptations, fierce and keen,
Let guardian angels intervene;
Mid thousand ills that lurk unseen,
With thine o'ershadowing pinions screen
An Orphan child.
Let guardian angels intervene;
Mid thousand ills that lurk unseen,
With thine o'ershadowing pinions screen
An Orphan child.
For ah! their shade can well defend;
Can shield when angry storms impend;
On thee for safety I depend;
Then deign in pity to befriend
An Orphan child.
Can shield when angry storms impend;
On thee for safety I depend;
Then deign in pity to befriend
An Orphan child.
Whatever evils may betide,
O, be thine arm my stay, my guide,
And lest from Wisdom's path I slide,
Guard and surround on ev'ry side
An Orphan child.
O, be thine arm my stay, my guide,
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Guard and surround on ev'ry side
An Orphan child.
When on the bed of death I lie,
And heave the last, the parting sigh,
When mourning friends stand weeping by,
Receive to fairer worlds on high,
An Orphan child.
And heave the last, the parting sigh,
When mourning friends stand weeping by,
Receive to fairer worlds on high,
An Orphan child.
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