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A Thought on Psalm xciv. 9.
Who made the eye? shall not his optics see?
Who made the ear? shall not his organs hear?
Ah! who can then thy presence think to flee?
Or who would not thy omnipresence fear?
Who made the ear? shall not his organs hear?
Ah! who can then thy presence think to flee?
Or who would not thy omnipresence fear?
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O thou! who see'st, give me the seeing eye;
And thou that hear'st, give me the hearing ear;
That seeing thee I may know where to fly,
And hearing thee may serve the God I fear.
And thou that hear'st, give me the hearing ear;
That seeing thee I may know where to fly,
And hearing thee may serve the God I fear.
Then shall mine ear no more betray my heart,
Mine eyes no more o'er scenes fantastic rove;
Go hence ye shades of vanity—depart,
Nor hold me longer from the God I love!
Mine eyes no more o'er scenes fantastic rove;
Go hence ye shades of vanity—depart,
Nor hold me longer from the God I love!
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