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ST. PAUL.
What thanks to pay thee?—by what stretch of thought,What happy flight of reverential praise,
What tuneful hymn with holiest ardour fraught,—
A welcome worthy of the heart, to raise
Even to thee,—whose Apostolic zeal
Hath blest, corrected, comforted, and taught
All generations for eternal weal?
God send the grace, with contrite breast to feel
The preciousness of each high argument
In those dear letters writ from heaven to earth;—
O thus to gather manna, kindly sent
To feast our souls in more than Egypt's dearth,—
Thus, like to thee, through might in mercy lent,
Dying indeed to sin, by second birth.
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