Thee would I love, my strength, my tower
The feeble pulse, the gasping breath

The fountain in its source

The God of glory walks his round

The God of nature and of grace

The grass, and flowers which clothe the field

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The morning flowers display their sweets

The perfect world by Adam trod

Thou art the first, and thou the last
Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll
Thou, great Creator, art possessed
Thou hidden love of God, whose height
Thou Judge of quick and dead
Thou, Lord, through every changing scene

Thou Power supreme! whose mighty scheme

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Thy kingdom come, with power and grace

Thy name, almighty Lord

Thy name be hallowed evermore

To prayer, to prayer! for the morning breaks

To thee, my God, my days are known

'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres
Types of eternal rest, fair buds of bliss

U.

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb

Up to the hills I lift mine eyes

HYMN

We mourn for those who toil

What comforts, Lord, to those are given

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Whene'er along the shore we wind
When from the depths of woe

When gloomy thoughts and boding fears
When human hopes and joys depart
When I can read my title clear

When in the vale of lengthened years
When Israel, of the Lord beloved
When I survey life's varied scene
When Jordan hushed his waters still
When life as opening buds is sweet
When, like a stranger on our sphere
When marshalled on the nightly plain
When on her Maker's bosom

When summer suns their radiance fling

When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming
Where ancient forests widely spread

Where'er I am, whate'er I see

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When the worn spirit wants repose

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Wherefore should man, frail child of clay
While here as wandering sheep we stray
While sounds of war are heard around
While thee I seek, protecting Power
While with ceaseless course, the sun
Whither, midst falling dew

Who dares attempt the Eternal name
Who shall a temple build for him
Who shall behold the King of kings
With cheerful notes let all the earth
With glory clad, with strength arrayed
Within these walls be peace
With reverence let the saints appear
With sacred joy we lift our eyes
With songs and honours sounding loud

Y.

Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
Ye nations round the earth, rejoice
Ye servants of the Lord

Ye sons of men, with joy record

Ye that delight to serve the Lord
Ye that obey the immortal King
Ye weak inhabitants of clay
Yon glorious orbs that gild the sky

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