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| HOW vast the treasure we possess! How rich Thy bounty, King of grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come: Earth is our lodge, and Heaven our home. |
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| 2 | All things are ours—the gifts of God, The purchase of a Saviour’s blood; While the good Spirit shows us how To use, and to improve them too. |
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| 3 | If peace and plenty crown my days, They help me, Lord, to speak Thy praise; If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my lasting good. |
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| 4 | I would not change my blest estate For all the world calls good or great; And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner’s gold. |
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| 5 | Father, I wait Thy daily will: Thou shalt divide my portion still, Grant me on earth what seems Thee best, Till death and Heaven reveal the rest. |
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| Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 | |||