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Página 4 - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
Página 3 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 49 - Whether I die or live ; To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give.
Página 32 - Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, For the vine's exalted juice, For the gen'rous olive's use.
Página 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 50 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you : For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew : Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ? O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave...
Página 6 - Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 5 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.