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When I with curious eyes survey
My complicate frame,
I read on every part inscribed
My great Creator’s name.
Why was my body formed erect,
Whilst brutes bow down to earth,
But that my soul should learn to know
And claim its nobler birth?
Author of life, my tongue shall sing
The wonders of my frame;
Long as I breathe, and think, and speak,
I’ll praise thy glorious name.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| 1851 | # 509 |
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