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Morning Thoughts.
Dark night away hath roll'd,
Glad birds are soaring high,
And see,—a ray like dazzling gold
Comes darting from the sky.
Glad birds are soaring high,
And see,—a ray like dazzling gold
Comes darting from the sky.
How shall I thank the Power
Whose hand sustains me so,
And o'er each waking plant and flower
Bids dews of mercy flow?
Whose hand sustains me so,
And o'er each waking plant and flower
Bids dews of mercy flow?
Teach me to look above;
Receive my morning prayer,
And Father in thy boundless love,
Make me, this day, thy care.
Receive my morning prayer,
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Make me, this day, thy care.
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