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Wednesday Lauds.

Hymn. XIV.

[My God, had I my breath from Thee]

My God, had I my breath from Thee,
This pow'r to speak, and sing?
And shal my voice, and shal my song,
Praise any but their King?
My God, had I my soul from Thee,
This pow'r to judg and chuse?
And shal my brain, and shal my will,
Their best to Thee refuse?
Alas, not this alone or That
Hast thou bestow'd on me:
But all I have, and all I hope,
I have, and hope from Thee.
And more I have, and more I hope,
Then I can speak or think:
Thy blessings first refresh, then fill,
Then overflow the brink.

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But though my voice and fancy be
Too low to reach thy praise:
Yet both shal strain thy glorious Name
High as they can to raise.
Glory to Thee, immortal God,
One great Coequal Three:
As at the first begining was,
May now, and ever be.