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A SONG OF PRAISE.
Thy love, dear Father! and thy tender care
Have in my heart begot a strong desire
To celebrate thy name with praises rare,
That others, too, thy goodness may admire,
And learn to yield to what thou dost require.
Have in my heart begot a strong desire
To celebrate thy name with praises rare,
That others, too, thy goodness may admire,
And learn to yield to what thou dost require.
Many have been the trials of my mind,
My exercises great, great my distress;
Full oft my ruin hath my foe designed;
My sorrows then my pen cannot express,
Nor could the best of men afford redress.
My exercises great, great my distress;
Full oft my ruin hath my foe designed;
My sorrows then my pen cannot express,
Nor could the best of men afford redress.
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When thus beset to Thee I lift mine eye,
And with a mournful heart my moan do make.
How oft with eyes o'erflowing did I cry,
My God, my God, oh do not me forsake,
Regard my tears, some pity on me take!
And with a mournful heart my moan do make.
How oft with eyes o'erflowing did I cry,
My God, my God, oh do not me forsake,
Regard my tears, some pity on me take!
And to the glory of thy holy Name,
Eternal God! whom I both love and fear,
I hereby do declare I never came
Before thy throne, and found thee loth to hear,
But always ready with an open ear.
Eternal God! whom I both love and fear,
I hereby do declare I never came
Before thy throne, and found thee loth to hear,
But always ready with an open ear.
And though sometimes tho seem'st thy face to hide,
As one that had withdrawn thy love from me,
'Tis that my faith may to the full be tried,
And that I thereby may the better see
How weak I am, when not upheld by thee.
As one that had withdrawn thy love from me,
'Tis that my faith may to the full be tried,
And that I thereby may the better see
How weak I am, when not upheld by thee.
For underneath thy holy arm I feel,
Encompassing with strength as with a wall,
That if the enemy trip up my heel,
Thou ready art to save me from a fall.
To thee belong thanksgivings over all!
Encompassing with strength as with a wall,
That if the enemy trip up my heel,
Thou ready art to save me from a fall.
To thee belong thanksgivings over all!
And for thy tender love, my God, my King,
My heart shall magnify thee all my days;
My tongue of thy renown shall daily sing;
My pen shall also grateful trophies raise,
As monuments to thy eternal praise.
My heart shall magnify thee all my days;
My tongue of thy renown shall daily sing;
My pen shall also grateful trophies raise,
As monuments to thy eternal praise.
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