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flowers. with mixed varied I thorns of shine between And survey When rays comfort scene, Amid life's the hours Sweet are darkest |
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whence my to know. teach adore flow, And hand, From me of Thy glory me comforts Lord, land A glimpse in let desert this |
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earthly Father, Thy bliss Thy petition at rise: throne denies, Accepted whate'er of grace, Let hand sovereign of this |
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grace me free; The let blessings Thy impart, And thankful me calm, of a live every a murmur Give to Thee. heart, From |
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my attend, Thy mine My art Let hope Thou life crown that sweet presence the my and death through shine, And end. journey's journey |
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