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Chase from our minds th' infernal foe, And

peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect, and guide us in the way.

Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe :
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by thee.

Immortal honour, endless fame :
Attend th' Almighty Father's name:
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died :
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to thee.



The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th’unwearied Sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And, nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilst all the stars that round her burns
And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice, nor sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found ?
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing, as they shine,
'The Hand that made us is divine.' Addison.

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When all thy mercies, O my God!

My rising soul surveys ;
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart !

But thou canst read it there.

Thy Providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redress’d,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd

To form themselves in prayer.

Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whence those comforts flow'd.

When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and death,

It gently clear'd my way ; And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be feard than they.

When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renew'd my face ; And when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Reviy'd my soul with grace.

Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend

Has doubled all my store.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life

Thy goodnsss I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.

When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more,
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord !
Thy mercy shall adore.

Through all eternity to Thee

A joyful song I'll raise ; For oh! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.



How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord !

How sure is their defence !
Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd in taipted air.

Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,

Made every region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,

And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.

Think, O my soul! devoutly think

How with affrighted eyes
Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep

In all its horrors rise.

Confusion dwelt on every face,

And fear in every heart;
When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs,

O'ercame the pilot's art.

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord !

Thy mercy set me free;
Whilst in the confidence of prayer

My soul took hold on thee.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the winds retird,

Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roar'd at thy command,

At thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears, and death,

Thy goodness I'll adore ;
And praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.
My life, if thou preservist my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, it death must be my doom,
Sball join my soul to thee.


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