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What tho', in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
What tho' nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found ?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
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.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
With sudden green and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around,
When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys; Transported with the viety, Im lost
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, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts to
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.
Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they,
When worn with sickness oft hast thou
With health renewid my face, And when in sins and sorrows sunk, Reviv'd my
soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Hath made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend
Hath doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gists with joy.