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See how the rising sun
Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker’s praise;
With ev’ry bright'ning ray.
Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly parent;
And to its great original
The humble tribute bring.
Serene I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near!
Thus does thine arm support
This weak, defenceless frame:
But whence these favors, Lord, to me,
So worthless as I am?
0 how shall I repay
The bounties of my God ?
This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing, painful load.
Dear Saviour, to thy cross
I bring my sacrifice;
By thee perfum’d, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.
My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And in thy presence I would spend
A long eternity.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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SILCHESTER
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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| # 55 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 242 | D | | # 363 | Eb | | # 722 | No key | | # 682.1 | No key |
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