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Thee, Lord, we bless from day to day,
To Thee we raise the joyful lay;
From morn to eve the song extend;
And call Thee Father, Guardian, Friend.
To Thee our souls disclose each care:
Hear, Lord, and answer all our prayers;
Thy faithful buckler round us spread,
And in the battle shield our head.
Hail, Saviour of the human race!
Hai, Fountain of exhaustless grace!
Thrice happy, who on Thee recline,
Nor own nor ask a help but thine.
O let each heart in humble frame,
Awake to laud thy glorious name;
O let each voice triumphant raise
Its noblest song to swell thy praise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 34;
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