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How rich the blessings, O my God,
Which teach this grateful heart to glow;
How kindly poured, and free bestowed,
The rivers of thy mercy flow!
How calmly rolls the sea of life;
Secure in thine immortal trust,
The soul has hushed her secret strife,
Nor longer shudders at the dust.
Though sorrow’s cloud awhile o’ercast
The dawn of earthly hope and joy,
She knows that it must soon be past,
And will unveil eternity.
The virtue’s humble toil and prayer,
Shall stand acknowledged at thy throne,
Triumphant over earthly care;
And the blest record thou wilt own.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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