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O God, the spring of all our joy,
The source of our delight,
Thy service shall our days employ,
And bring us peace at night.
How oft our bright and happy hours
Foretell eternal bliss,
When we can see that Christ is ours,
And know that we are his.
Sustained in trial day by day,
Through thy consoling word,
We will pursue the upward way,
Which leads us to our Lord.
Fearless of hell, the world, and death,
With heavenly bliss in view,
We’ll meet each dangerous snare by faith,
And grace shall bear us through.
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