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HYMN.
Calm to my fate I yield me;
For, God benignant! thou
From every ill canst shield me,
So sternly threatening now.
For, God benignant! thou
From every ill canst shield me,
So sternly threatening now.
Like hungry serpents writhing,
Black doubt and fear no more
Inflame with poisonous breathing,
My bleeding bosom's core.
Black doubt and fear no more
Inflame with poisonous breathing,
My bleeding bosom's core.
Thou cast'st a look of healing,
My wounds their throbbing cease,
And sweetly o'er them stealing
Descends the dew of peace.
My wounds their throbbing cease,
And sweetly o'er them stealing
Descends the dew of peace.
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Bright Pleasure's wreaths of roses
I may not hope to win—
But soft the brow reposes,
That never ached with sin.
I may not hope to win—
But soft the brow reposes,
That never ached with sin.
From all that's base restrain me—
Oh! while thy hand appears,
Let all conspire to pain me—
I'll drink with hope my tears.
Oh! while thy hand appears,
Let all conspire to pain me—
I'll drink with hope my tears.
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