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57
HYMN.
There is an eye that all surveys,
A hand that all directs;
There is a power for all purveys,
A power that all protects.
A hand that all directs;
There is a power for all purveys,
A power that all protects.
There is an hope can ne'er deceive,
A trust can ne'er betray;
There is a grace when mortals grieve
Can wipe the tear away.
A trust can ne'er betray;
There is a grace when mortals grieve
Can wipe the tear away.
There is a guide, there is a guard,
Who watches while we sleep:
And trust is sure, in watch or ward,
The desart or the deep.
Who watches while we sleep:
And trust is sure, in watch or ward,
The desart or the deep.
Sweeter than morning's incense rise,
To him whom mercies move,
The humble, unaffected sighs
Of gratitude, and love!
To him whom mercies move,
The humble, unaffected sighs
Of gratitude, and love!
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