 | A Small Collection of Hymns |  |
Gratitude for Creation.
To thee, whose wisdom form'd the skies,
And o'er this earth thy mantle spread:
To thee I lift my wond'ring eyes;
To thee I bow my duteous head.
And o'er this earth thy mantle spread:
To thee I lift my wond'ring eyes;
To thee I bow my duteous head.
God of my life! take thou the praise,
Of all the gifts thy grace has giv'n;
And, as I number out my days,
Do thou prepare my last for heav'n.
Of all the gifts thy grace has giv'n;
And, as I number out my days,
Do thou prepare my last for heav'n.
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In every step be thou my guide,
In every change my safety's guard;
O'er all thy providence preside,
My shield, my glory's great reward!
In every change my safety's guard;
O'er all thy providence preside,
My shield, my glory's great reward!
So shall I walk secure from death,
'Till call'd by him, who bids me, come;
With joy I yield this fleeting breath,
And change for an eternal home!
'Till call'd by him, who bids me, come;
With joy I yield this fleeting breath,
And change for an eternal home!
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