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There seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every opening flower,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of Thy indulgence, love, and power.
The birds, that rise on soaring wing,
Appear to hymn their Maker�s praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To Thee a general p�an raise.
And shall my voice, great God, alone
Be mute �midst nature�s loud acclaim?
No; let my heart, with answering tone,
Breathe forth in praise thy holy Name.
And nature�s debt is small to mine,
Thou bad�st her being bounded be;
But �matchless proof of love divine �
Thou gave�st immortal life to me.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 81 |
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