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As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Though in the paths of death I tread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
BY THE SAME.
My rising soul surveys;
In wonder, love, and praise !
O! how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in prayer.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran, * Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft has thou
With health renew'd my face, And when in sins and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord !
Thy mercy shall adore.
Through all eternity to thee,
A joyful song I'll raise, But, oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
· BY THE SAME.
Tue lofty pillars of the sky,
'Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Alas! how quickly done!
How very hard to run!